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Happy Pickleversary
Pickles’ birthday is February 15, but it was two years ago on this day that she took over our household. Here are just a few memories from her first summer:
She was very small. Upon hearing that Betty wanted a big dog, the shelter staff swore she’d be at least 70 pounds. She’s not even 55 wet.
She was 98% house-trained when she arrived. We were very impressed and pleased at the prospect of such a trainable dog.
She woke up every morning at 5:30 to murder her squeaky toys. We quickly learned to welcome that sound in the wee hours; it meant we knew where she was and what she was up to.
People would always ask about her breed (she’s the ultimate mutt – a little bit of everything). We once told someone that she was a whackadoodle. The nice lady exclaimed, “Ooh, I love those!”
Here she is in her crate at Wright-Way Rescue, waiting for Betty to show up. Don’t feel too bad – it was a friendly place.
Friends of Pickles: Jack
We love Jack! But like most Jack Russell Terriers, he needs to be busy. All. The. Time.
Good thing we find his antics as entertaining as he does.
Tough cookie
Poppy was clearing some dead trees out of the yard. Even though he did most of the work with his hands, he brought out a power saw to help with the job.
Seeing the saw (for the first time, mind you) was enough to sideline Pickles.
Friends of Pickles: Joey & Lola, in the beginning
While sifting through some photos, Joey & Lola’s family found this one of their first nap together.
So tiny!
So cute!
So tired!
