8 Years Young

Today not only marks the start of my 32nd week of pregnancy, but it also marks our furbaby's eighth (!?) birthday!  When Bailey was a puppy, both Jim and I had stupidly assumed that Bailey would have matured with age.  Boy, were we wrong!  Bailey really hasn't changed much from the small puppy that we first brought home in 2004.  Sure, his coat has lost its luster and gone white, and yes, the accidents that frequented those days of potty training are {mostly} behind us, but Bailey is still every bit of the naughty, silly, cuddly puppy that he once was and hopefully always will be.   Just last night, Jim found a pair of his underwear in the basement after Bailey must have dragged them down there!

We, of course, will be celebrating this special occasion with cake and ice cream later tonight.  Happy birthday, Bailey!  Brace yourself, bud...this next year is going to rock your world!