Huckleberry is One!

Today, our day was all about Huckleberry. We napped, we couch-snuggled, we slept in until almost 8 am!

DSC_1369Dogs have a way of scootching into our lives {And in between us on the couch.}  Believe it or not, Huckleberry isn’t completely in charge of the McCann family household.  However, he does have more expensive shampoo than I do.  My after-school goal is to get home as quickly as possible to let my pooch out of his “casa” and play fetch and catch for awhile after a long walk (which will get longer as soon as spring arrives!). We have lint rollers strategically placed and use them often.  We vacuum like nobody’s business. Huck has a blanket for when he sits upon his throne {aka. the couch} as king of his castle {red flag?}. We have frequent buyer cards at three pet stores. We buy Huckleberry all-natural bully sticks and elk antlers and other rugged, protein-y treats. This past week, he even starred in a professional marketing photo shoot for a new Sunglasses and Watches company {I couldn’t make that up. Total coincidence, total truth.}.

First experience with a candle. A little too close for comfort. We blew it out immediately after this photo...

He got distracted while we were singing to him. Rightfully so, as this was his first experience with a candle. A little too close for comfort.  Needless to say, after the last line of “Happy Birthday,” we blew it out…

Today is Huckleberry’s first birthday. We got him three presents: a tennis ball rope tug, a tennis/rubber ball combo, and an elk antler. Two of the three have been annihilated {hint: Huck is getting lots of fluorescent green fiber in his diet…}.

Vanilla Ice Cream with Peanut Butter. Of course.

Vanilla Ice Cream with Peanut Butter. Of course.

I can’t believe how much he’s grown in the past year! And, how much happiness his little raspy bay-howl and cuddly snuggles and snores bring to me.

The week we brought Huck home last April...

The week we brought Huck home last April… He was so little – gahhh the cuteness!

His excitement at seeing me {ears flapping while bounding, paws launching up for a hug} when I come home from work makes any tension I’m holding from the day melt away. This authentic love he brings to our family makes me want to share that kind of love with others. Without asking for anything in return, to simply be a ray of sunshine, and a happy presence for those that want for love and presence.

Busy getting birthday-sugar buzzed.

Busy getting birthday-sugar-buzzed.

Such determination.

Such focused determination.

I think we could all benefit from thinking, at least for a little bit, the way that our dog does, and treat others, friends and foe alike similarly:

“YAYIT’SYOUIT’SYOUIT’SYOUMYFAVORITEHUMAN! I love you. Let’s be friends forever. And maybe take a nice long walk together. We don’t have to talk. And then maybe watch your current Netflix obsession. And just be happy together.” How lovely to just give of ourselves to others without asking in return, to know what they might need that day or moment, without even asking, and give it freely.

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Getting the peanut butter off of his whiskers.

Getting the peanut butter off of his whiskers.

Happiness comes to us in the simplest of ways.  Though some days bring copious dog-hair, kennel accidents, splashy-baths, endless “business” trips outside {BRRR}, and really stinky moments {ahem}, I know that these things are fleeting. What will last is the sweetness in our hearts made by the little paw prints of unconditional love from our Huckleberry.

Huck totally looks up to Dad.

Huck totally looks up to his Pops.

My little Schmoopy Face Schnicklefritz Schlobber Huntz.

My little Schmoopy Face Schnicklefritz Schlobber Huntz. Love his face…

Happy Birthday, Huckleberry! We love you, Butterbean.

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