|July 2010, 8 weeks old|
We're still weening him off of Prednisone; the treatment has gone very well all things considered.
He goes to advanced training class every Saturday in hopes of passing the Canine Good Citizen Test soon.
He responds to a load of commands and adds new tricks to his routine often. I'm constantly amazed at his level of comprehension.
He's a perfect angel when there are treats to be had, and defiant and sassy when there are not.
He tolerates other dogs, but prefers humans (because they feed him).
He goes to Daddy for play-time and Mommy for rub-downs.
He wags his curly tail for the ones he loves, and unravels it when he's sick or tired.
When he isn't expressing himself with alien-baby sounds, you can tell what he's thinking in his wrinkles.
His favorite words include 'eat', 'treat', 'walk', 'disc-golf', 'school', and 'speak'.
Steve and I haven't slept past 7:30 since we got him.
He's a sock thief.
This could get really long, so I better stop now.
I'm just incredibly proud and grateful and ridiculously in love.
Happy Birthday to Miles. Year 2 is going to be fun.