It's hard for me to swallow, but The Pickle is now four years old. FOUR?!? How has time passed so quickly? When we first got him, he was a tiny wee thing and weighed 1.5lbs. His legs were so short and his hair so puffy that he looked like a large dust ball as he scampered across the floor. He had his first year in downtown Toronto, then a couple in Ontario ski country and finally the last year in the New Brunswick wilderness. He hasn't quite been the same since he broke his back two years ago, but his love for the red ball has remained strong.
We don't really know exactly when Pepi was born, as we adopted him from a shelter. Our vet gave us an approximate age and it seems plausible that he was born in December too. So, we decided to combine their birthdays. Pepi's two years old now and just as adorable as he was when he first licked Marc's nose.
In celebration of their joint birthday, I've decided to post a few pictures of our adorable furry babies.
|First walk. He was pooped in no time.|
|The Pickle this summer (he acquired "The" sometime in the last year or so). He really liked his glo-stick necklace.|
Pepi - December 1, 2009
|Pepi's first picture after we brought him home. Poor Marc didn't stand a chance, just look at those eyes!|
|He loves to chew on soft rubber things. We think he's a cross between a Japanese Chin and a Pekinese. He thinks he's a cat and cleans himself constantly.|
Happy Birthday Boys!!
Pickle loves to
Pepi really hates the hat.