A year ago today I went to a dog shelter in rural Ontario and picked up this:
He was scraggly and scrawny with a bad case of kennel cough, but I loved him already. He cuddled right into my heart and stayed there. Whiskey was brought up to Canada from a pound in Ohio because if he stayed there he was going to be put to sleep. I still can’t believe that this little fella almost didn’t make it.
Now looking back on the past year, I think of all the places that he has been and the things that he was done.
He’s always up for an adventure, whether its our weekly trip on the train to visit my family for dinner, or just a car ride to Tim Horton’s for coffee and Timbits.
He visited the Atlantic Ocean for the first time when we went to Maine last summer.
Lets just say that he wasn’t so crazy about the cold, salty water…
….he prefered to stay close and cuddle in a towel.
He visted Historic Quebec City and sat atop a cannon.
He became best friends with a crazy doberman named Shadow.
He used her as a giant pillow on roadtrips.
And she returned the favour 😉
They patrolled the lake together.
(Although he had to wear a lifejacket…for fear of falling in.)
He went up north to my friend’s cottage and got lost in the woods.
And then spent the afternoon tucked into my brother’s sweater, zipping around the lake in a boat.
He became the first dog to have a VIP Festival Pass to the Toronto International Film Festival and got to see George Clooney on one of his walks.
He became an office mascot.
He rode the streetcar to work when it was cold outside.
He met friends who weren’t always so friendly.
He redefined the word “Couch Potato” (or has I like to call him…The Tatertot)
He became known as the dog taco.
He learned the importance of a good Halloween costume.
He showed the people of Toronto that a dog could stand at a crosswalk on his hind legs and look both ways (we still get people yelling and cheering out of their cars when they see that one).
He was given the nickname “The King of Christmas” by my 6 year old cousin (still scratching my head over that one).
He learned how to sit. And then how to stare.
He got his first taste of leprechaun.
He snuggled and cuddled and was loved to bits.
But most of all, he stole my heart. I love you little buddy.