Several weeks ago our dog Hazel turned one. The end of this month will officially mark the first full year since I lifted her out from the pile of her sisters, tucked her into my shirt, and brought her home from the shelter, snuggled up against my chest.
I’m not one for dog birthday parties, and I don’t want to get over-sentimental here, but I really cannot imagine living in this little house without her. Because I currently work from home, and we are rarely apart, I get to observe all of her best, worst, cutest, most annoying and pathetic and joyful and goofy behavior.
Some of those moments are presented here. Happy birthday, Boober.