Friday, January 20, 2012

Then and Now

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.

1 comment:

  1. He sure was a wee lad. Don't let Henry's accidents bother you, Hunter at 105(two legged years) is having them too.