Today, Potus turns one.
He came into our lives when he was 3 months old so today we've enjoyed 9 months of puppy love, as well as 9 months of frustration :)
He's shown, and continues to show his stubborn side- he'll sit when he wants to thank you very much and has resisted all attempts to stop him biting- 'no bite', the spray bottle, rolling him over- none of its worked. The furniture and floor may be scratched and ripped but I love him none the less. He loves his walks, to play, to sleep on Mum's bed and find hidden treats, to hunt butterfly's, chase balls, dust, random pieces of fabric, anything that moves actually. He's given us unconditional love, he's extremely funny and he's made all of our lives happier and has won over even the brother who insisted that if I got a dog, he'd move out. He's still here :)
For his birthday we spent yesterday at a country market- a new place for him to explore, and he got to meet lots of other dogs and get lots of pats. Today for his actual birthday he's had to suffer through the torture of a bath so he's all cute and clean in his photos, although at the moment he's out getting dirty in the yard. And this afternoon he's off for a play date with a friends dog.
Happy Birthday Po!