My Beautiful Boy

                                                                                   
Today is the 4th of July - and it's been six months since I brought Piccolo into my life.  I can't believe how time flies.

Piccolo used to be able to fit on my lap while driving.  Now he WAITS for me to open the back door for him, rather than jump into the front seat and exit an open door.  I have become so smitten with him, and I love it.  Every morning, I wake him up (not the opposite, he loves to sleep).  He sleeps under my sheets and from the bottom of the bed he moves himself slowly up to my neck, where by morning I am giving him a massage and showering him with hugs and kisses saying "good morning".

We get to Starbucks and he anxiously awaits his treat - almost everyday.  I would forget now and then (but not not any more) and he would run around my seat sniffing for his morning fix.  It's just awesome!  He is my buddy -

                                                                  

I dropped him off at "PetsHotel" at Petsmart and got in the back seat of the car and shot this picture of him.  You know, when I am on an airplane and go through all my pictures of him it makes me smile.  It's so funny.  And when I meet other people who are just as smitten with their pooches, we exchange pictures.

                                                                            

So, as I type this, laying in bed, Piccolo sleeping, one paw streching through the fly of my pj's (I am wearing underwear) I am in awe how God created such incredible creatures to walk with man.  My life has been enriched in ways I never thought possible unless I had children (human children of course).

                                                                           

From his cute "Eiffel Tower" pose he had since the day I brought him home to him waiting to eat until after I have eaten (to see if I have anything better)...I just adore everything about him.