Happy Birthday Nuschler!

Yesterday, my brown-eyed baby puppy turned 2 years old. He was "whelped" on March 28, 2004. To be "whelped" actually sounds dangerous to me, but I'm sure it was probably more gross than anything else.

Back then he turned our world upside down. Punky didn't want him in his kennel for more than an hour at a time, thus ending my life as I knew it. I like to think of myself as spontaneous, but really I am addicted to my routine, so puppy was quite an adjustment.

Now, 2 years and 96 pounds later, he is a huge part of our lives. He hasn't been in his kennel for months. He loves his grandpa Fred (the feeling is mutual). I believe he spends his free-time practicing his adorable glances. My favorite is when he rest his head on my stomach and looks into my eyes.

If I thought he had more than two brain cells, I would be afraid he could read my mind.