Double Digits

Double Digits

Well friends, this past week I hit a major puppy milestone – I turned the big 1-0 !!!

s all rescue pups like me will tell you – my age is really just an approximation. For some unknown, completely unscientific reason, when the vet at the rescue shelter first examined me back in July 2012, he branded me as three years old. I assume he chose three because of my unique combination of beyond-puppy maturity combined with my young, stunning good looks. So start with the vet’s estimate of three then add seven years of sweet bliss with my family … TA DA!… you get TEN.

109 Months

109 Months

At the end of September, my baby brother Ben finally turned 1 year old. Amen.

Or as I previously bemoaned, all the baby enthusiasts insist we must refer to as 12 months. Anyway this was a huge accomplishment for everyone involved, but particularly for me since there were many times over the past year when I feared we would not survive this golden Age of Infancy in one piece. And by “we”, I mostly mean me…

Oh the NOISE!

Oh the NOISE!

It’s been a loooong six months since my last blog post, when I told you all how I was anxiously preparing for my baby brother’s arrival. (And by preparing, I meant dreading but let’s not get caught up in the details.) So if you’re counting, that means my brother is officially 6 months old!

So in honor of my brother’s half birthday (or should I say, 3.5 years in dog years), I’d like to share a few things I've learned about babies over the past 6 months that really drive me insane, errr I mean, surprise me…

Ready or Not

Ready or Not

Mom swears it’s only been nine months, but honestly I feel like five years have passed since I found out I was getting a baby brother. And guess what? He’s supposed to show up sometime this week! Friday to be exact, but I hear babies can be pretty unreliable, so I’ll believe it when I see him. (Besides, I put a lot of money on September 27th, so keep your paws crossed for me.) 

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The Best of Boston

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The Best of Boston

I’ve had so many great adventures this past year in the namesake city of my honorable breed – from strutting down the red brick lines of the Freedom Trail to dressing up as a lobster roll for Halloween to changing the name of my historic neighborhood Beacon Hill to Bacon Hill (still waiting for this last one to completely catch on). In fact, moving to Boston was the entire reason I decided to start this blog! I'm grateful for all the memories I've made exploring this grand city and I hope you've enjoyed them too. To honor this patriotic American city before we move onto our next adventure, I thought I'd share some of my most favorite Boston moments with you…

Spring is Here & The Bacon is Back!

Spring is Here & The Bacon is Back!

It’s been way too long since my last blog post friends. I’ve been busy hibernating through these cold, dark winter months. Can you believe it snowed here in Beantown on April 1st? I mean come on weather gods, give me a freakin’ break. But finally spring has arrived, which here in Boston means two nice sunny days, followed by five wet, soggy days. But as long as there’s no snow, you won’t hear old Bacon complain. Since the weather is warming up, I’m back in good spirits and I’m ready to start roaming the mean streets of Boston for new adventures once again.

April is a busy, exciting month here in Boston. So many big events and activities. I’ve been carefully contemplating the topic of my next blog post...

So Long 2016

So Long 2016

Some would say 2016 has been a lousy year, full of unnecessary tragedy (remember poor Harambe?) and loss (I’ll miss you and your quirky films, Gene Wilder). And some would say 2016 was plagued by political uncertainty starting with those bold Brits leaving the E.U. and culminating with the shocking U.S. presidential election in November...

But despite their different views, most humans seem happy to say goodbye to 2016. I, however, am sad to see the year end. For me, 2016 was full of excitement and adventures…