My name is Stan, and I’m a purebred black labrador retriever. I was born in January of 1999, and lived in a pet store until Jeff picked me up. I’m a little upset that he got me neutered, but I try not to notice. I was named after Stan Rogers, a Canadian folksinger who died of smoke inhalation saving fellow passengers from an airplane fire in 1984. I’m very kindhearted, and though I bark loudly at everything and everyone, I would never hurt a fly. Well, maybe a fly, since I like to eat flies and bees, if I can catch them.

I can be a little clumsy, but I’m pretty smart, since I can open door with my paws.

In my spare time, I love playing fetch, cats dogs and kids, and swimming.

My best friend is Ebony, who I room with.

Update: Stan died on October 28th, 2014 at 10:45 AM EDT. Thanks to all of his friends who have sent their condolences.

Written by
Software engineer, ops tech, musician, photographer, cinematographer, film theorist, recording engineer, firefighter, and humanist. Rest is for the weak.