|An oldie but a goodie...Howie LOVED the boppy!|
She thought it might be a slipped disc and said it could a) be a one-time episode b) be chronic pain or c) make him go paralyzed. Upon hearing this, I lost it. Howie is our first baby. We call him Faith's older brother. While things usually change for pets once people are born, it really hasn't been that different for Howie except that there is now a stroller on his walks and a new girl who gives him more scraps than we ever did.
|BFFs from day one!|
|Howie at speed 0.|
|Howie looking dapper on a recent occasion|
Rob and I decided we wanted a puppy the fall of 2007. Full disclosure, I saw a picture of Leona Hemsley's Maltese that inherited her fortune and said to myself, "Now, that's the kind of dog I want." *Husband Hack: I actually told Nic that Malteses were both shed-free and hypoallergenic, which helped convince her. If you know Nic, you'd know that she WAS terrified of all dogs... ALL.* I remember how snow-white and adorable the Maltese looked sitting on her lap.
We visited a few pet stores just to see the dog in person. My cousin told me not to buy from a pet store, but rather a reputable breeder so we checked ads in the newspaper for a few weeks and Rob did some Internet searching. He's the one who found the breeder from Walnut, Iowa and more importantly, the dog we have come to know and love as Howie. When we met him for the first time, our hearts melted at the 2.2 pound ball of fluff. His sister was for sale too and I dreamed of pink bows in her hair, but because I got to pick the breed, Rob got to pick the sex, and he wanted a male. So glad he did.
|Seriously, could he be any cuter?|
|Love at first sight!|
When Howie was less than a year old, he was playing in our backyard when the neighbor's English Pit Bull Terrier (think the mean dog from Toy Story) furrowed underneath our chain link fence and attacked him. Howie let out the yelp of a lifetime and pissed all over the place (sorry for the unlady-like term...not really). Thank God Rob was outside at the time and dive-bombed on top of "Lizzy" (who we now know as "Crazy") to get her to release her grip. That bitch (what? it's used literally here.) had bitten Howie underneath his arm, but we couldn't see it at the time. He was limping and shaking pretty badly. After a trip to the emergency vet and a $500 bill (that our neighbors who we still don't care for to this day did pay) Howie was back to himself after just a week... and as fearless as ever.
|Howie and the Hulk!|
|Howie after one of his first baths...shortly before the zoomies!|
|Howie's first haircut.|
|This is what he looked like after the 2nd haircut.|
Last but not least, Howie is a smart dog. He's so smart that he learned all his tricks like sit, lay down and rollover within a few months. Now he does them in succession before we even ask just so he can get his treat sooner. And ever since he got hurt, a blink is worth a treat in my book. Let's just say he might be tipping the scales at 6 pounds next year. Lookout!
|Howie on his 2nd birthday!|
|I believe this is his shirt that says, "Dear Santa, define naughty."|
|Isn't he just a teddybear?|
|Howie trying to steal a look at my Christmas list.|
|Howie and dad rockin out before that first haircut!|
|Howie never found a sleeping position he didn't like.|
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