Aww, Puppy, happy fourteen o’clock! I love you, tan tornado.
Baby Yoda totally stole your look.
And you totally stole my heart. And the dictionary. And Mum’s glasses and Nan’s audiobooks.
I’m so glad you like cats.
I guess it helps that you met the best cats ever when you were all the same size.
No, really, especially now that you has a kitten and totally tolerate him trying to touch your face.
He’s right behind you, Puppy.
I’m so happy you and his mom are besties and can totally talk about girl stuff.
And of course you and bro are tighter than ever. As long as you don’t wee near the nip.
You’re hot stuff, Puppy.
I hope it stops raining and we get to go for lots and lots of hour-long walkies and meet all your friends and random strangers getting out of cars.
Happy 14th Birthday Pupplepants! We love you!
I can’t say I regret telling her I’d take her for walkies if she lets me put on a harness until the day she actually lets me, then I guess I have to be prepared to learn to climb trees. WHO IS MORE FREAKED OUT BY THIS? Windows are awesome!
This whole year flew by. What year is this?
Oh sure, you laugh but I saw three snails react to one shell getting kicked aside by the Puppy while she was on walkies. They all lived, The Puppy is much better at walking around snails than I am.
Just when you thought it was safe go to walkies….
(Marshmallow dog was very well-trained and returned to its people.)
I guess if you don’t like it you put a ring on yourself?
Unless it rains, then we’re gonna go nuts!
If we could smell what they smell…we’d need therapy.
Fresh wee-mails are the best.
Max is a sweetheart, he’s crazy about The Puppy and she loves everyone for an adequate amount of time and then she’s done and takes off in her chosen direction, leashes in the way be damned. I didn’t mind being tied to Max at all. We haven’t seen Max or his lady since that night.
Everyone’s gotta do all this stuff.
You know it. Even if no one knows what the hell she’s on about.