I can't believe it... Wicket is two years old.
As I woke up this morning, he and I cuddled in bed.
I told him he was two, but would be a baby forever.
He has "being a baby" perfected.
He even has a lower lip that sticks out just a bit.
I presented him with some treats, a new bone and a heating pad.
Because this little baby doesn't even like toys.
His favorite thing is to snuggle, and be warm.
What more could a mamma want?
Happiest Birthday my little darling dog.