About a month and a half ago, Tessie got her first birthday blog post and now it is Skippy's turn. Skippy turned one on Wednesday. I guess we are officially out of "puppyhood" in our house but this blog will continue sporadically. Skippy continues to be the happy-go-lucky puppy we met at the shelter almost a year ago. He is happy no matter what we are doing. He has an over-abundance of personality and he always keeps us laughing. He loves having his belly rubbed and giving kisses. While he loves to play with and harass Tessie, when we get on the floor to play, he often takes a seat on the couch and watches his crazy sister play with us. When it comes to his parents he would rather sit on our laps and cuddle than play. He is such a good boy and it is so obvious that he wants to make us happy. He loves to be praised and tries so hard, with every tilt of his head, to understand everything we say to him....and even though he's a dog, Skippy understands a lot of words and listens very well. He loves to get in the big bed at night (under the covers of course). He loves food of all kinds (we have yet to find something he won't eat). And he loves stuffed animals (even after Tessie de-stuffs them). On the ride home from the shelter I sat in the back seat with the pups, one on each side of me. Skippy curled up with his nose in the palm of my hand. He still likes to have his nose tucked into/under something when he sleeps (unless he's flat on his back).
When we brought the puppies home last March, Skippy was just over 8 weeks old and liked to lie on my lap and sleep. I could hold him in one hand. When we a
rrived at the shelter he was the first dog we saw, jumping up on the door of the cage to greet us. I took his picture immediately, before we went into the pen, and text messaged it to my dad. I knew he was ours. From his first night home it was evident that he knew he had it good. Prior to adopting these two, I had never had a rescue dog. However, I had heard of rescue dogs having what seems to be a great appreciation for their homes and their families. Skippy fits this to a tee. He is so loyal, so loving, and it really does seem as though he is thanking us....even though I think we should be the ones thanking him.
Skippy has had just as crazy a year as his sister has. He loves her to death, even when she's dragging him across the floor by his neck. He likes to kiss her face and her ears and cuddle up with her. She taught him a lot about interaction with other dogs, as at first he had no idea how to play with her. He gets aggravated when she plays with other dogs and is very protective of her. He thinks he's much bigger than he really is. He thinks he's a human. He doesn't like water but is a very good swimmer when he has to be. He's my poser and has spurred an influx of visits to my Flickr account thanks to his adorableness. He's not as crazy about snow as Tessie is, but he enjoys prancing through it on a warm-ish day when the sun is out. He still needs to wear a coat when it's cold and probably wouldn't mind some boots either. He likes to dress up (devil for Halloween, Santa for Christmas)....probably because it brings more attention, which, for Skip, is always a good thing.
He's Skippy, Skipper, Skipper Lou, Gipper, Kippy, Skipper Whipper, Skip, Skip-a-doodle, Skippy Poopy, Pooper Dooper, Skip-a-dee-doo-dah, Skipster, Buddy, Goober, Goof, Lovebug, Skipaford, Pipper, Skipper-do, Skip to my Lou, Skippington, Skips....but most of all he's just a really good dog and we love him lots.
About a month and a half ago, Tessie got her first birthday blog post and now it is Skippy's turn. Skippy turned one on Wednesday. I guess we are officially out of "puppyhood" in our house but this blog will continue sporadically. Skippy continues to be the happy-go-lucky puppy we met at the shelter almost a year ago. He is happy no matter what we are doing. He has an over-abundance of personality and he always keeps us laughing. He loves having his belly rubbed and giving kisses. While he loves to play with and harass Tessie, when we get on the floor to play, he often takes a seat on the couch and watches his crazy sister play with us. When it comes to his parents he would rather sit on our laps and cuddle than play. He is such a good boy and it is so obvious that he wants to make us happy. He loves to be praised and tries so hard, with every tilt of his head, to understand everything we say to him....and even though he's a dog, Skippy understands a lot of words and listens very well. He loves to get in the big bed at night (under the covers of course). He loves food of all kinds (we have yet to find something he won't eat). And he loves stuffed animals (even after Tessie de-stuffs them). On the ride home from the shelter I sat in the back seat with the pups, one on each side of me. Skippy curled up with his nose in the palm of my hand. He still likes to have his nose tucked into/under something when he sleeps (unless he's flat on his back).