Saturday, April 2, 2011

Dear Winston,

You're almost 5 months now. It seems like I got you just a few weeks ago, but the vet's scale would beg to differ. You weigh 5x what you were when I first picked you up! Did you swallow a whole puppy and not tell me about it? Your mother must be half zebra because your stripes are starting to come through. In 5 months this is what I've loved the most: I love that you have the soul of an old man. I love how cuddly you are in the mornings. I love that you're afraid of your shadow/ reflection in the mirror/ own bark. I love that little march you do when you're excited. I also love that classic eye roll you do, the one that appears when I do something stupid and you want to put me in my place.

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