A year ago today, we gathered the kids up and told them that we were going to look at a litter of puppies that the local rescue group was fostering. We stressed that we were only looking, that we had to see if any of these puppies would be a good fit for our family.
We cautioned that this was just a visit, that adopting a puppy would mean big changes around our house (e.g., no more Legos all over the floor in every single room of the house for fear that the pup would mistake them for colorful kibble), and that everyone would have to help if we decided to bring one home. We told them not to fall in love with a puppy on sight, that this was a big responsibility and we needed to approach it logically rather than emotionally. Everyone agreed.
And then we met Louie and lost our hearts anyway.
It’s hard to believe that he’s been with us for a year. He was so tiny that he couldn’t sleep through the night — he got up every hour and a half — and needed to listen to the “Tron 2” soundtrack to settle back down. He was so young that he was afraid of the wind and rain and noises and other dogs.
We’ve been through training classes and socialization time, surgery, pounds of puppy food, car trips, and probably 10,000 miles of walks (or maybe it just feels that way).
To celebrate One Year of Lou, I finished a sweater for him.
I knit this one in the round, added some length, made sure it had armholes, and finished it off with a few spikes. I love him and his new look. He tolerates it — barely.
Not even treats could change his mind.
So we went to the bus stop so Lou’s girlfriend, the lovely golden retriever who lives a few houses down, could catch his new sweater.
And like any good girl in the presence of her boyfriend’s mother, she approved.
They grow up so fast, don’t they?