July 18th, 2011, the approximate day that my puppy was born. A year ago today, he was a squishy little ball of wrinkles with a mama and some siblings. I wouldn't meet his sweet furry face for another four months -- it's weird to think that he existed that long without me. I love my little booger probably more than a dog can be loved, and today I made sure he especially knew it.
For some reason I really wanted a picture of my hound in an old school paper birthday hat. I convinced myself that I could make it happen, even though I sort of knew he'd rip the hat off of his head and shred it with pleasure. Somehow I captured this shot. And by "somehow", I mean that I dangled a plastic fork-full of peanut butter in front of his face to distract him from the embarassing celebratory cap atop his furry bean. Thank goodness it worked, because I was able to capture this photo. I cannot begin to describe how much I love this photo, so I won't.
Happy Birthday, Rooney! <3
