He may not be quite all grown up, but yesterday Rusty turned 1. I’m not the type to celebrate human birthdays, much less animals, but I did take time (once I remembered) to buy him a special treat of a pigs ear and to tell him Happy Birthday (and to make him sit and pose for posterity).
It’s kind of a big milestone for a little pup. He’s probably as tall as he’ll get (the perfect height, obviously) but still is getting more muscles every day (he could stop at any time). He’s also getting better at impulse control (he could get a LOT better IMHO – especially around the chicken run and all birds) and obeys most simple commands within an acceptable time of them being barked at him. I’ve been told that at his 2nd birthday he’ll be perfection personified which will be nice when it happens.
I do try to be patient and I remind myself that seeing eye dogs don’t start their training until they’re 1. Before that, they’re just little kids and too easily distracted.
Luckily Rusty’s a natural sweetie and does the right thing just because – and to make me happy. It’s hard not to be happy when this darling young dog stares adoringly at me. I hope I repay him with a bit of adoration and I try to make him happy. I think I succeed.