happy 1 year, chocolate!

After three weekends of being latchkey poodle, things have returned to normal. So much so that Chocolate doesn't even get up from bed in the morning any more. In the summer time, he's usually up and about with me, but I think he knows that he's not getting a walk until Pete gets up. That, or the 6 am wake up time is too early for even him.

Today marks our adoption anniversary. I can't believe it's only been one year! What a glorious milestone for a dog who has no idea why we're showering him with hugs and kisses today. Pete and I can't imagine life without Chocolate. His presence has made us into a little family, as silly as that sounds. And among our friends, he's become a center piece, a beloved dog with plenty of extended family to show him affection and to dog-sit when we're out of town.

When we first adopted Chocolate, I confessed all my reservations to his then foster mom, a lovely woman who fosters three or four dogs at a time in her Brooklyn townhouse. She calmed me by saying, "You just have to do it. After a few days, you'll see."

I sure do. After a year, I still feel the same way I did just a few days after Pete and I brought him home: just plain lucky.


Chocolate with a leftover lamb bone. In front of Pete's wine fridge. Classy, we know.


A scruffy Chocolate, blogging back in February.