Today is Wicket's unofficial birthday.
The people who we got Wicket from, didn't know his exact birthday.
They said anytime between the end of March and the beginning of April.
April 6th sounded good.
This is the picture I first saw of him.
I was beyond smitten.
His white tipped tail, his stubby legs, his little pout.
He has kept everything..
except that little pout.. It's turned into a big pout.
I got this sign as a joke at first.. but it fits him pretty well.
He actually will bit a stranger if he is scared enough.
He used to hop around like a little rabbit.
In August he lost all of his puppy fluff, and resembled a small coyote.
He loved to play outside with Charlie, who now has a new family.
I make sure to crawl around on my hands and knees with him often. Brad says I am weird.
Now that it's April, Wicket has grown in a long coat of pretty fur.
We take him on adventures and walks.
He is such a sensitive little puppy.
He gets offended by just about every loud sound.
But once you get to know him, he has the silliest personality in the world.
He loves to snuggle on Brad's belly.
He loves to look out the window and yell at the people walking by.
He loves to chew his bone, dig in the carpet.
And of course, he loves me.
He tells me when it's time to go to bed by waiting by the bedroom door.
I will place him on the bed, and take out my contacts and wash my face.
He will wait at the foot of the bed for me, and once I'm in bed, he will snuggle under the covers.
He tells me when it's time to wake up by shaking his ears on my face,
then growing at the edge of the bed.
He then waits for me at the foot of the bed to put my contacts back in.
He has the best puppy-dog patience I've ever seen.
I told him yesterday, he will soon be a dog.. not a puppy.
But he looked in my eyes, and gave me this look..
the look that said,
"I will always be a little puppy!"
So, happy happy birthday to my forever puppy Wicket.