Time Flies

Buddy is two years old. Two. Let that sink in for a minute, because it totally caught me off guard.

Now, I don't know his exact birthday, having picked him up from an oops litter from a woman who seemed more interested in getting her $20 than anything about the puppy. In fact, when we got him, we were in a parking lot, he was in her hatchback, and the laundry basket she'd put him in had apparently tipped right over and was residing on the top of his head. Hmm.

I do find that I'm enjoying him now more than when he was a puppy. Much more mellow (still goofy, but not crazy) and we have a working relationship now that means he picks up on what I'm trying to train or teach much faster. Of course he still has moments where he drives me nuts, but I'm definitely liking this better than 8 weeks to one year old.

I'm planning on a little celebration on his gotcha day (March 8) as well!