Happy Birthday* Indy!

My little Indy pup turned one on Sunday. Or, so we think. Of course, we're not absolutely certain as to the exact date of her birth, but that was the guess the Humane Society gave us and we ran with it.



So, baby Indy is one. In her first year of life she went through a lot. We don't know much about her life before we got her, but we imagine she was a stray and/or abused. She got moved around a lot before coming into our home. After she came to us, she learned to swim. She learned to run and jump of the pier. She became attached to her best bud Nellie. She took a trip to Kansas. And then to Colorado. She learned that she loves Lamb flavored food. We found out she was born blind in her right eye. She jumped out of windows. She learned that she loves to play in the snow. She became a cuddler and a lover. She survived an entire week without Mama and Papa.



I think I speak for all of us (Matt and myself and Indy if she could speak) when I say that life is much better for everyone with Indy in our home. I can't imagine life without her and, really, fell in love with her on day one. I miss her when I'm at work. I snuggle her when I come home. I spoil her. I love our trips to the dog park. Heck, I love the dog park so much that I go even in single digit temperatures and even risk injury. I've caved and let her sleep in my bed. I love to take her picture.



*plus a few days