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Today is Alex's birthday, and he is four years old. It's hard to believe--how time flies! It seems just yesterday that Bobby and I were eating supper, and Bobby told me that his coworker's brother had a Golden puppy that needed a home. Did we want him? It took about a days-worth of deliberation--checking with the apartment and so on--before we decided that, yes, we did. Bobby picked him up at a truck stop off of I-95 and brought him home as a little ball of fuzz, nine weeks old. That liked to bite. A lot. He was also flea-infested and, although we didn't know it at the time, infected with Lyme disease as well.
So happy 4th birthday Alexander Maitimo of Ellicott, also known as Alex, Xan, Alejandro, Little Allie, Fuzz Package, Hair Pile, Stinkweed, Big Hairy, Carpet Alligator, and Mr. Toast, among other names.
Here is Alex, when we first brought him home. He slept constantly, likely because he was so sick, poor baby.
Here is Alex, three days ago, in the back of the car on the way home from the Heritage Harvest Festival. He is on the right. Lance/Phil is the little red twerp on the left.
Speaking of Golden-related antics, last night in the small hours of the morning, I became conscious of a dog stomping around our bed. Phil is terrified of high-pitched noises. He is afraid of the smoke detector and the bread machine. We have no idea why, but when he hears something loud and beeping, he tries to crawl on top of whoever's nearest. Well, the whole house fan started squeaking last night and frightened Phil, so he leaped into bed with us, and every time it squeaked, tried to edge closer to Bobby. Bobby shut the fan off, but Phil stayed with us all night. Ridiculous.
So happy 4th birthday Alexander Maitimo of Ellicott, also known as Alex, Xan, Alejandro, Little Allie, Fuzz Package, Hair Pile, Stinkweed, Big Hairy, Carpet Alligator, and Mr. Toast, among other names.
Here is Alex, when we first brought him home. He slept constantly, likely because he was so sick, poor baby.
Here is Alex, three days ago, in the back of the car on the way home from the Heritage Harvest Festival. He is on the right. Lance/Phil is the little red twerp on the left.
Speaking of Golden-related antics, last night in the small hours of the morning, I became conscious of a dog stomping around our bed. Phil is terrified of high-pitched noises. He is afraid of the smoke detector and the bread machine. We have no idea why, but when he hears something loud and beeping, he tries to crawl on top of whoever's nearest. Well, the whole house fan started squeaking last night and frightened Phil, so he leaped into bed with us, and every time it squeaked, tried to edge closer to Bobby. Bobby shut the fan off, but Phil stayed with us all night. Ridiculous.
