Guest blogger Girl writes:
Five years ago today, Ribsy came home to live with us.
On July 22, 2004, the squishiest puppy out of a litter of six tentatively reached his paw out to Boy's, allowing himself to be cradled into his arms for the car ride to his new home - away from his mom, grandpop, and three remaining brothers.
Why did we pick Ribsy? When we arrived into the breeder's backyard, the four male pups were beyond rambunctious. However, a few minutes later, Ribsy - then called Fonzie - called it quits and flopped onto the grass. "Great," Boy thought. "The lazy one. He'll be low maintenance."
Not quite. Sure he had his fair share of hellion moments. But doesn't every puppy deserve a break now and then? After all, coming home and seeing your underwear lovingly wedged into the couch by your mischevious puppy is a rather touching sight.
He's grown up to be a sweet, handsome whippet. Not bad for our first kid. I mean dog. Really, I do. Life wouldn't be the same without you, Surly Magoo.
Here's to many, many more years of snippets.
I leave you with some snapshots comparing then vs. now. What a consistent whippet he is.
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