We've Created A Monster

Our little furry baby has been with us for almost a year, this is true.  My boss warned me.  We went to lunch the Thursday before Easter and I said, "We are going to look at Golden Retrievers on Saturday."  He responded by saying, "Yea, you will have a dog by Monday."  Even though I didn't believe him, we walked out the door with our little, fuzzy ball of fur.

We have never stopped being amazed as Colby has grown.  I am still convinced he thinks he is part human.  After all, he loves to ride in the car with his front paws on the console making sure we stay on track.  He truly believes the couches and the bed were made for him.  He loves to snuggle with us every night, and, as Drew indicated, he loves to crawl between us every morning (and sometimes at night).  He also loves beer.  Whenever we come home with a box, he is right there, trying to grab at the bottles.  We have strongly indicated to him that he will not drink until he is three years old (21 in dog years).

Now, I'm pretty sure that when Colby was baby, I told Drew not to let him on the couch.  "He's not on the couch, he's on my lap," Drew would say.  Clearly, that backfired.  He chews his bone on the couch, crawls on the top of the couch, and licks the fabric to create a disgusting crusty feel.

I am not entirely innocent.  I take him to work (My boss, who has a Golden and loves Colby, just adores him.) and let him sit in my chair.  On his first birthday (the day after Drew's), I let him pick out a piece of cake at the dog treat store and then put a candle in it.  Plus, we took him sledding this year.  He is our baby.

Still, he is there when I get home, snuggles with me in bed (and snores) when Drew works on the weekend and we decide to sleep in, and waits patiently as I get ready in the morning (hoping he gets to go wherever I do).  Golden retrievers are the sweetest and I can't wait to go through another summer with ours!