Today our sweet boy Arthur is one year old - and what a year it has been. Neither Wilson or I had had a puppy in years and we were woefully unprepared for the experience. Having said that - I wouldn't take back a single moment - umm, ok maybe the time Arthur bit my va-jay-jay with his needle-like puppy teeth.
Arthur - 9 weeks old
Watching him discover our neighbourhood, one lamp post, blade of grass and driveway at a time has been a truly wonderful experience. Somehow, before we knew it, the sweet puppy face was gone and this amazingly handsome dog was living in our house. In the course of a year we have gone from 9.2 pounds to 70 lbs; from 11 inches long to so big we don't even measure anymore and from needing to be carried most places to running so fast that he is a blur. 
Arthur - 1 year old (at Grandma & Grandpa's farm)
He is our boy and we love him dearly and he loves us back more than humanly possible. He has brought us to tears with laughter, filled our hearts with joy after the sorrow of losing our beloved Maggie, reminds us daily of how to love unconditionally but most of all, he made us a family of 3.
Happy birthday buddy!
2 comments:
OMG! That is so SWEET! I love that tribute!
Is he a German Short Hair Pointer?
Is that right?
Give Muffy a prize - you are right, he is a German Shorthaired Pointer.
Crazy, waaay to much energy but loves us like crazy.
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