One year of Wrigley!

It's been almost a year since this little bundle of love found us (yes, I firmly believe HE found US).  It will be one year tomorrow since our little fighter, our little survivor fought to stay alive when the rest of his litter didn't make it.  March 20th he came into this world, and then on May 4th he came to us.

We would have no idea at the time how much he would mean to us.  How much we would all need each other in the year ahead.  In some ways it's been a whirlwind year and feels like he just got here, in other ways it's hard to remember life before him.  It sounds cliche to say that he's taught me so much about myself, but cliches are usually true for a reason.  Through the tears, the laughter, the frustration, the joy, the guilt, the regret, the hope, the sorrow, and the unconditional love of the past year... there were and are lessons to be learned. 

Nothing juxtaposes the agonizing pain of losing one beloved fur-baby like the unabated joy of a puppy.  He lives in the moment.  He starts each day ready to go and eager to explore the world.  He loves stopping to smell the roses (and everything else) on our walks.  He doesn't hold a grudge.  He would rather nap in front of the fire than anywhere else.  He loves peanut butter and plays with carrots.  He likes to play with two toys at once.  Sometimes he thinks the rug is one of those toys.  He sighs really deep and heavy when he's tired.  He drops his butt when he runs and is really excited.  He stamps his front feet when he's sitting and impatient.  He got the hiccups four or five times a day as a puppy.  He actually watches what's on T.V.  He won't let us cut his nails.  The position of his ears constantly changes throughout the day.  He loves to eat crabgrass in the yard.  He loves to pick at seams and threads on toys (or anything else if given the chance).  His ears are the softest things on earth but he doesn't really like them touched.  He has light-colored angel wings on his back.  His sense of smell is amazing.  After we go outside he runs back into the room he just left to see if anything has changed.  He's tall enough to put his feet on the counter and the table.  He loves the smell of butter.  He fast-trots in the house when he has to go out.  He squeaks when he yawns.  He's the best car-rider, he lays down and doesn't fuss.  He's been in the car through North Carolina, Virginia, D.C., Maryland and Delaware.  He Christmased in Delaware for the first time in 2017.  He likes to chase the cats.  He doesn't back down from a fight with Pippin.  He likes to share the heated binky with Mao.  He's super motivated by treats and is terrified of squirt bottles.  He doesn't mind his harness but hates collars.  His fur has seams and swirls where his hair comes together in weird places.  He has resource guarding issues that we don't understand but are working on.  He knows "come", "sit", "down", "fist bump", "off", drop it", and struggles with "stay".  He loves puppacinos.  He's really good about being in his crate.  He was named "Camden" before we even knew him, but we'd already decided to name our next dog "Wrigley"; he was destined to be named after a baseball stadium. He tries really hard to get his stuck toys out on his own before looking to us for help.  He doesn't like the rain.  He absolutely loves the snow... running in it, biting at it, playing in it.  He goes with the flow but likes routine.  

He plays hard, sleeps hard, and loves hard.  We couldn't love him more if we tried.  Here's to another year of discovering more about him and more about ourselves through him and his unique personality.  We're so glad he found us!