Today's treat: Me as a youngster.

Michigan, either in 1972 or 1973. That's the first dog I ever knew, but no one can remember her name. My grandma dug this one up to prove to me that my father did have some experience with dogs before the current mutt he and his wife obtained recently.
Disneyland, January 1976: I'm not sure if that's a pattern on my pants, or dirt. Probably dirt. I'm fascinated with Happy's beard.
Disneyland, January 1976: Still trying to figure out that beard thing. Notice the lack of glasses. I hadn't run into that door yet.