A year ago today, in almost perfect conjunction with Snowpocalypse, a batch of goldens entered the world across town. My baby boy was amongst the born. It would be two months before he became a part of my everyday life, but for Mrs C that started almost from day one. She held him when he was an infant, helped to bottle feed him and his brothers and sisters. The attachment was instant. The rest, as you know, is history.
He’s not the most social of my golden line – that title goes to Moxie. He isn’t the most athletic boy I’ve had – give that title to Ludo. Maverick, whom I need to tell you more about in the future, was the show dog of show dogs, looking exactly like you see them on TV. Marvel is his own self. He grew quick, and quickly outgrew his brothers. He’s a bit of a bully, especially to Ludo. Moxie won’t have any of it. He likes to chase the ball Ludo is after and guard it, daring his brother to take it away. He’s a cuddler, though. He loves his papa and, especially, his mama. And his brothers and grandma. He likes to dig and loves long walks and, so far, he’ll eat everything he finds.
In short, he’s still a puppy. A gargantuan puppy.
And he’s one-year old today.
Please join me in wishing my baby boy, the Incomparable Mr Marvel, a Happy Birthday!
As his mama likes to say, “he’s oh-so Marvel-oso.” 😊