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Four year old birthday boy!

I keep telling myself I need to stop calling him “puppy” and “baby dog” all the time now. ;P

Birthday dinner – chicken, a “peanut butter cup” from a local dog bakery here, and some other cookies. His present is three Kong squeaker tennis balls from PetSmart (I kid you not, I saw those on the website and was like OMGOMG I KNOW WHAT AUGGIE’S GETTING FOR HIS BIRTHDAY.) And… a hat.

That I put on his head. And he did not enjoy.



Yes, I am terrible to make him eat his dinner with that hat on, LOL.

Checking out one of his toys.

Playing fetch. With the hat on. Yes.

LOL the hat kept falling to one side, I’d fix it, it would fall to the other side, I’d fix it, it would fall again..

Okay, okay, we took the hat off finally.

Yaaaay birthday puppy!

Little guy – not so little

My baby dog hasn’t been a baby dog for quite some time, really. I just forget. Friday I took him to a Lia Sophia party and everybody asked me how old he was. I said “He’ll be four on – oh my God. On Sunday.”

Auggie is four years old today.

I’m pretty sure Auggie is in the top right corner…

That’s Auggie down in front there! You can tell by the obvious zig-zag mane, and the lightning bolt on his forehead.

That’s my chunky puppy, haha – ruining the shot of his cute bro!

I of course had no idea at the time. I had to go pick my pup out first.

This was the one I liked.

Bringing him home several weeks later…

He was tiny.

And I loved him.

He got bigger.

But his personality was the same from day one.

He got more hair…

…and more!

We’ve done a lot together…

…and we’ve learned a lot together.

But at the end of every day, it doesn’t matter what letters are on the end of his name. It doesn’t matter how many Qs we have in what events.

At the end of the day, he’s my little guy.

And I wouldn’t have him any other way.

I don’t know what made me pick Auggie over his brother that day, but I am so, so glad I did. My life was not the same before he came into my life and it has never been the same since.

Happy fourth birthday, little guy.

In the leaves

It seems the new Midwest fall tradition is cold and rainy all the time. It was a struggle finding a day where it was dry, the ground/leaves were dry, and that my dad didn’t go out and mulch up all the leaves so I had none to play with for the photos. So here we go!