Henry and I went back to visit my teaching buddies today. Of course everyone recognized he was a handsome fellow - but it did make me reflect.
My boy was born on March 31st and I met him seven weeks later. He is nine and a half months old. At this point I can only vaguely recall life without the furry fireball.
I am not forgetting that I've gone through rolls of paper towels and bottles of "Eeeuw" spray. Great for cleaning up small errors in puppy judgement. I do realize that he has become my post-retirement early morning alarm - even on the weekends. Before Henry I had the weekends off!
Just in case you did not realize ... dogs are not like cats.