Love for my Love

I've been thinking about joining Weekend Dog Blogging a while, but now that it's weekend and I'm sitting here with a ready picture I just don't know where to turn. So if you do, comment the link of where I go to sign up, otherwise I guess I'll just blog about my dog alone each weekend!
I have a dog. He is 10½ years old. his name is acctually Love but it's not pronounced luv it's pronounced Loveh. Some people think he got his name from a famous swedish poet called Love Almqvist, but he didn't. Others think he got his name from Love, but he didn't get it from that either.
When I got him I was 15 and according to my parents a troubled youth. He became my rock. But his name back then was Blacky. I couldn't go around screaming Blacky I just refused so we opened a name book, I read hte name and the rest of the family said yes or no. But the interesting thing is, when I came to Love, my sweet dog thought I called for him and came to me. So HE chose his name and it suits him perfectly. He is my love.