If I could go back in time, I would have quit the stupid job I was doing, which I thought was so, so, so important, and just spent every waking moment watching my boy grow. I can't have that time back. When I look at this photo, I see this sweet, baby boy for which everything was new, maybe scary, and unsure of who he was, where he was, or what was coming down the pipeline.
I did have pets when I was growing up, but Dandy is the first pet I paid for out of my own pocket, the first one where I had to grow up myself and realize the responsibilities I needed to have to take care of him properly.
Now he is 4 years old. I think he feels safe, secure, loved, acknowledged, and certainly fed well. He's grown into the most handsome boy and I'm still surprised at how many people will literally stop on the street to acknowledge him on a daily basis when we're out for his walks.
He loves people and he doesn't hesitate to approach them. Other than my husband, this dog is the greatest gift I have in my life.
Cherish the puppy days; they're gone too soon!