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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.