Technically it’s eight months since he was two months when we got him, but I’m rejoicing having sustained a living, breathing, dependable animal for a substantial period of time. He’s made it to his 10 month doggy-versary!!
Everything anyone ever said about owning a lab is true: they shed, they hardly sit still and they chew everything. It’s also true that despite having turned our life completely up-side down, we wouldn’t change it for anything. (….well we would change the whining at six in the morning…. Maybe just that).
My favourite item that he’s ingested was a whole cantaloupe (rind, seeds- everything) and one of my favourite memories so far was when the vet called us to pick him up early after his “surgery” because he was experiencing quite a bit of “separation anxiety” (read: barking incessantly) – welcome to our world.
We made it through about two months of a mystery illness where he threw up wayyyy too much – to the point of loosing weight, and when the vet couldn’t figure it out I’m proud to say my dog-owner intuition kicked in (It was the Nyla Bones- almost as bad as rawhide it turns out… At least in Cliff’s case) and things were a bit smoother once the stomach issues subsided.
Probably about two months after I met Mike, I started talking about wanting a dog. I’ve been fixated since Marley and Me. And here we are! I’m now a believer that a pet can teach you more about each other – the stuff you need to know- then you ever would have expected. Cliff has made us more flexible, slightly neurotic and I think, more accepting of each other’s quirks and eccentricities.
Cheers to La vida cliffy!!