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Back on January 6th, 2021, we sprung Bowser from a farm, one of a roly-poly litter of six. He was a gloriously fat and curious little Airedale, whose main activities seemed to be intense sniffing expeditions followed by even more intense naps, usually in the most inconvenient spot possible. Honestly, that cute, sleepy, butterball phase was golden, a blissful calm before he discovered his inner "terrible teen" and the joys of strategic household destruction. We really should have appreciated those long, quiet puppy snores more.