My dog is one year old today, and still an adorable pain in the butt. When he first came home, he was eight weeks old, and he loved nothing more than eating, listening to NPR, and wrestling this yellow squeaky elephant. He has always been quite a dapper little dog, as you can see by this stylish argyle sweater vest he picked out his first week with me.
Now, at a year old, Herr Poopenheimer is basically the same. He has tripled in size (though you wouldn’t necessarily know it from these photos), but still very much loves eating and destroying squeaky toys. His fastest toy-destruction time yet was 15 minutes — a respectable time for a tiny dog such as he is. He has broadened his interests, though, and now can often be found wrestling the plugs and wires behind my TV, turning off the power strip, resetting my modem, chewing on the armrests of the couch, digging for badgers under the carpet, and eating socks. Still an adorable pain in the ass, now sporting cable knits.
Happy Birthday, Little Dude! Get ready for a never-ending game of fetch when I get home — a real special occasion! Oh, wait, that’s what we do every night, but tonight — tonight! Tonight it will be a birthday game of fetch.)