You Made It a Year
But You Don't Get a Beer
Despite My Threats to Sell You
And That Garden Frog You Ate
We're Glad You're Here
Now For The Love of God
It's my puppy's one year birthday. It's hard to believe just a year ago this:
But who wants to hear about how the dogs can drive you crazy with their constant need for ball, someone to snuggle with on the couch or the new pavlovian responses she's picked up where the sound of me closing my laptop equals jump up and run off cause Mom has to play with me now.
Not when you can see cute pictures of teeny tiny puppies.
Here's the litter at just one day old:
just a month they changed this much:
babysat for a weekend.
Happy Birthday all you adorable scamps who aren't so little or, hopefully, quite so rambunctious anymore.