I’m not one to celebrate the birthdays of our pets.
But my children are. And what the heck. It’s fun posting pics of puppies. Today Mr. Yip is one year old. That’s him above with his litter mates. The baby in the middle with the pink nose. The picture was taken by the breeder we got him from. She made us a whole album.
Aren’t roly polie puppies the best?
Here he is before he got his ears.
Now he’s nine pounds. Large for a Chihuahua, just like we wanted. Something a little hardier, for the boy.
He’s a great little dog. So cuddly and affectionate. Rarely barks. Murder to housebreak though. He’s still not 100% there. We take him out every hour or two, but if we forget, he just lets it fly. I’m so glad we have hardwoods for easy and sanitary clean-up, and not carpets. The one area of carpet we do have, on the stairs….he ruined it anyway…not by peeing but by chewing. Ah…the price of having a puppy and leaving him unattended for twenty minutes.
We’ve had him for nine months. Seth’s love for him only grows stronger. He picks him up and kisses him on the head a million times a day. Todd loves him too. He gushes over him, presenting him to me for cuteness affirmation before he takes him out at night. After I give the appropriate, “Aw,” they go on their way outside. Riley loves him too. She holds him like a baby and talks sweet to him.
I think he’s okay. For a Chihuahua.
All right, I admit it, I’m crazy about him too.
Happy Birthday Yippee.
I guess I am one to celebrate the birthdays of our pets after all.