Today, they are officially not puppies anymore.

But they will always be puppies in my heart.



Duke, in his first year of life, has discovered that he likes long romps in the mud, chewing on the house, licking, jumping, jumping, jumping, and jumping. He's good at naps with my dad in their chair and with helping my mom with the cooking in the kitchen. And after overcoming his intial fear of the stairs, he now deftly bounds up and down the stairs, willy-nilly.



Duke hopes as a grown-up one-year-old that he will develop the skills to jump with purpose, rather than for no apparent reason . . .all the livelong day.

Daisy, in her first year of life, also enjoys long romps in the mud, making high-pitched and loud screeches to be dramatic, showing you all of her toys, and jumping up on the table in the yard when she thinks no one is looking. She also enjoys naps with my dad, and could care less about what's going on in the kitchen with my mom.

As a blossoming one-year-old, Daisy hopes to conquer behaving on a leash without yelping her head off to where the neighbors are pretty sure we are torturing puppies in the back yard.



Happy Birthday to my two favorite puppies who aren't quite puppies anymore.

C.T.