Somebody had a birthday yesterday! Fitz turned a whopping 2 years old on January 6th, which should mean that all of his puppy-tendencies expired with his newfound maturity, but this is Fitz we’re talking about; he’ll be a puppy his entire life. The day was pretty much like any other day for him, only he got extra cuddles and loads of treats, and the special privilege of being able to lay on the bed in the morning while we slept in. My little stinker is TWO, I can’t believe it.
When I first brought him home, I had no idea what I was getting into. Let me just state for the record that shelter rescues are a ton of work, but the reward is completely worth it. Sure, he’s crazy (and I have a prescription to prove it) but he’s also a total snugglesaurus rex and painfully adorable and funny. Seriously, he does something ridiculous that makes me crack up on a daily basis. Happy birthday, Fitzwater!