1 year old. Shwhat? My lil fur faced puppy dog is all grown up. We now have to graduate you from puppy food to big adult food. You are officially considered GROWN UP.

This is tragic. Yes, there is another baby in the house to nurture my mothering instincts of something small and dependent, but….but…but…my puppies really all grown up?? How can that be…we just got the call that you were born on superbowl sunday last year…and now you’re old.

We’ve put you through the ringer this year pup. You lived with us in a teeny room for many months. You’ve been shipped here there and everywhere. You’ve been forced to get along with a new tiny thing that cries and gives you anxiety at times and yet through all this, you’re just as snuggly, and annoyingly lovable as ever :). What a gift you are to us…even when you drive us bonkers… 🙂

Happy 1 year (7 doggie years) to you!!