Welcome to this month’s edition of the “Life Story Series.”
If you’re new or you’ve missed the previous posts, click here to take a look: Life Stories: The Archive.
In case you need a refresher, “Life Story Series” is a
12 month personal project that myself and a group of very talented photographers are participating in. It shows just a little glimpse into our daily lives. It’s a way for us to capture our memories creatively – just us. It’s not about the perfect shot, it’s not about ideal lighting – it’s about capturing those little moments that make our lives ours – the detail, the laughter, the fun, the feeling.
At the end of this post you’ll find links to my photographer friends that’s playing along. It’s a whole big circle of stories in pictures. So grab a cup of coffee (or tea, or wine), click through and enjoy!
This month comes to you a little late, but for very good reason (well, I believe). Because I knew I wanted to write about Baxter’s birthday – and that’s April 10th, which didn’t coincide with the last Friday of the month.
My little pup – I got him when he was just one day shy of 8 weeks old. He was so teeny. So, so small! Only 8 pounds with teeny little legs that couldn’t make it up the stairs so I had to carry him. He was immediately stubborn – lying down in the grass refusing the move once I strapped a little red collar on him.
When he was little, he wasn’t allowed on the couch. So I used to sneak him onto my lap and we’d watch The People’s Court together. Then when he was just about a year old, my soon-to-be husband and I purchased our home and we moved. My husband said that while we were painting on that first day, the dog had dragged his dog bed in front of the TV (which was on for background noise) and was watching The People’s Court. Hahahaha.
He’s always had so much personality. He’s been through me through the a whirlwind of changes (getting married, moving, having kids!).
In January 2015 we were he got really sick. So sick I was scared and sad. I brought him to the vet who diagnosed him with cancer. She told us that if we decided to operate, he’d get a maximum of 6 months. If we did nothing, we had maybe 2-3 months left. I was devastated. We opted not to operate – it seemed silly to put him through all that for a few months. I scoured the internet and came across a Chinese supplement that was supposed to be good for easing pain in dogs with cancer, so I bought some off ebay. And he wasn’t in as much pain. He started to play more.
On his 10th birthday we celebrated with cake. On the anniversary of his arrival (a story for a different day) we took him to McDonald’s for ice cream.
And now we just celebrated his 11th Birthday! I am so thankful to have this extra time with my good little boy. Hundy-von-hunderson.
First, what the little boy used to look like:
Happy 11th, Baxter!It’s ridiculous how many pictures I have of him sticking his tongue out over the years! We celebrated with a yellow cake with Maple Bacon frosting – he loved it so much he went counter surfing and ate my husbands piece!
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