Thank goodness dogs don't go through terrible twos! Pixie turns two today (or so this is the day we celebrate)! I guess technically she's like a fourteen.? Maybe I should have named this post 'Terrible Teens'?? Whatever her age, whatever the date, she's doing great! I thought about how she's come such a long way! When I adopted her, she was sick and sad and scared of everything and everybody! Now, she's a little chunky monkey and loving every minute of her spoiled rotten life. When I adopted her, my dad wanted me to give her back because she was so sick. He apologizes for this now; he didn't want me to go through losing another pet so closely to losing the first. I can't imagine and don't want to imagine how things would be if I had listened to him! So thankful for this little thing.