Yesterday was the 3rd anniversary of the day I adopted Whiskey and I can hardly believe it’s only been three years.
|Looking out the office window, 24 stories up (Summer 2009)
He was so small and scraggly when I first got him, with his sunken in cheeks and piano key ribs.
He was a big dog trapped in a small dog body.
Life with him has brought on many changes, like having to check under pillows and throws before I sit down.
He loves boat rides with his best friend.
He loves naps on the couch (which they are not supposed to do.)
and cuddling up by a Christmas fire.
He loves car trips…as they usually lead to another adventure.
…especially when someone exciting is at the other end.
…and even when he is just a pillow for Shadow. Can you tell how much they love each other?
He’s been to the Atlantic Ocean in Maine.
…and sat atop a historic cannon in Quebec City.
He has frolicked in the fields
|Spring 2011 – with Garrett’s grandmother
and has eaten many a TimBit donut.
He has watched his first Santa Claus parade.
and nursed a few small injuries : (
He has become an expert at attacking toes and pant legs…
….as well as toy bugs.
Warm laundry is deemed an appropriate napping location.
He has made it known that he is the official watch dog of the woods near our house. Squirrels beware.
…and shown me the importance of a post-walk nap in a sunbeam.
He’s enjoyed the soft feeling a newly made dog bed.
He’s had a stocking for our first Christmas together.
…and found the perfect Christmas attire for a sweater loving dog.
He has worn bling.
and a bow tie.
He has been given the nickname “The Tatertot” for being the world’s smallest couch potato.
…and shown me what happens to my nightime glass of water at my parents’ house.
He has “helped” in the kitchen when I’ve dropped some Perfectly Popped Stovetop Popcorn.
…and been an inspector for this 27 lb Thanksgiving turkey. (He is only 11 lbs himself!)
He has been nicknamed “The Pretzel” for his ability to fold into impossibly difficult positions.
Or maybe a kangaroo?
He has braved 3 long Canadian winters.
Although sometimes it gets too cold.
…and then he retreats to under the covers.
Now he is a bit better with the new winter coat my mama made him.
He has been the best little dog a girl could hope for and I look forward to more years of adventures together.