Happy Birthday!

Well, we’re quite sure this isn’t the official day and all, but it’s close enough to when we believe Miles was born.  So, today, Miles turns one!  Big boy, indeed.  And, as my dear friend Kevin reminded us, only 6-7 more months of puppy terror.

Just because he’s a year old doesn’t mean he’ll stop his antics.  He’ll still try to get into the trash even though there hasn’t been a single time he’s tried it when we’ve said, “Yes, Miles, go ahead and see what you can find.”

He’ll still try to get as close to our dinner plates as possible to see what we’ve having for dinner even though we’ve never let him steal a crumb.

He will probably still try to steal and eat any of the following whenever he gets the chance: Charmin, Bounce sheets, cotton balls, undies…

I don’t see where he will stop his expedition to the other side of the world. (Kim, good suggestion…but if you’d seen him dig like there’s no tomorrow at the beach, you’d know he simply loves the act of digging.)

I’m positive he will continue to try convincing us that letting him get on the couch is a good idea.

But the thing I’m most sure of is that he will continue to be fun, happy, loving, healthy and the best idea we’ve had since Honey.