Jack-iversary

Yesterday, Jack's other family sent birthday greetings for him.  We don't really know when his birthday is, but that was the day that they adopted him eight years ago.  He is now somewhere between 13 and 16 years young.  They still love him and he will always be part of their family, too.

Back in November, we celebrated our one year anniversary with Jack (Jack-iversary?).  In fact, we ended up taking him on almost the exact same hike as we did one year earlier.  Back then, he had only been in Colorado for a few hours after a late-night drive from Oklahoma.  He didn't know what hiking was.  Now, he is a pro.  He and his sister, Sky, inspect my clothes and shoes as I get dressed each morning to see if it is going to be a hiking day.  If they decide that it is, then we had better not try to sneak out of the house without them.  With a hiking buddy this adorable, why would we?

Jack's first day:

One year later:

I think we'll keep him.

 

Happy (Weekly) Birthday!

You know that your dog is old when you throw a little party every week, just because he made it another week.  Time to refill the pill dispenser!  "Operation Spoil the Shit Out of Andy" has gone into extra innings.  We did have to increase his dose of kitten food, though.  Small price to pay for this fuzzy muppet.

Treated With Love

For the holidays, "Grandma" sent a big box to our home.  There were loads of toys for the dogs and cats, presents for my Sweetpea and me, and a plethora of homemade goodies.  Included was a note aimed specifically at some mischievous pups:

If you remember from the year before, said pups helped themselves to the people treats, then assaulted us with bodily functions for several days.

Now, "Grandma" is extremely generous to us and the furkids, and even admitted that she would have made treats for them, but ran out of time.  To reward them for not eating the people treats this holiday season, I decided to make them some homemade treats of their own.  Afterall, doesn't everyone want to be popular in their own home?  A little effort goes a long way with these dogs.  My Sweetpea totally brought me back down to earth when he reminded me that our babies don't exactly have a refined palate.

Whatever.  They liked the treats.  I'll take that as a compliment to the chef.