2 years ago this weekend, we drove 2 hours west to pick up Gimli. We came home with a small ball of fur who cried for about 45 minutes on the drive home.
He went for his first mini walk up and down the street, then fell asleep in his crate for a few hours.
After many sparring matches with those pointy puppy teeth and plenty of puppy cuddles, we have this little monster.
2 years isn't a long time at all, but it feels like he's always been with us.
Complaint-O-Meter: On day 53.