today, at least according to his paperwork, is Hamilton's birthday.
there are a bunch of August birthdays in my family. my paternal grandma (the one who first taught me to knit) will turn 81 today, I think. my genius brother's birthday is in another week or so. and my sweet husband's is at the end of the month. so much to celebrate.
this is one of the very first photographs I took of the puppy, when we first brought him home in mid-January. he was skinny and timid.
now he is about ten pounds bigger and only very rarely timid. he is a good companion to Wesley and most of the time to us.
Wesley's birthday is sometime in April and I never have been told the precise day. maybe it should be April 1, for symmetry.
next April, he'll be a lucky thirteen years old.
even though birthdays are just regular days and they don't really need all the pressure we put on them to be glittery and special, I ordered new nametags for both the pugs today. we've been meaning to acquire them anyway, for almost seven months now, so a birthday may as well be the prompt that gets it done. and hopefully they come in the mail soon, despite all the semi-horrifying corruption etc. that seems to be going on with the US Postal Service lately.
this last photo is Hamilton as of today, in one of his favourite spots under the chair I sit in to work. sometimes he's a perfect angel under there, quiet and content to chew on his toys. sometimes he is a hooligan who can't sit still and just wants to chew on everything but toys. but I guess we all have our angelic moments and our hooligan moments, sometimes quite close together. Hamilton is a good pug anyway.
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