Day 238: National Dog Day

I am grateful for my Mom's dog, Nicholas.  My Dad and I got him for my Mom the year I graduated from college.  He was an adorable little ball of fur and instantly fell in love with my Mom.  My Dad and I spent the ride home from the breeder trying to think of the perfect name.  It was technically a birthday present, but my Mom's birthday is December 24th, so we were trying to think of a "Christmasy" name.  My Dad came up with Little St. Nick, or St. Nicholas.  He is now lovingly called Nicholas, Pickles, Nick, Scaredy Cat (Dog), and Nicholas-Picholas.  Not matter what he is called, my Mom loves him a whole bunch and he loves her just as much. I'm grateful that he has provided her with company and has always been a faithful, loving pup (to her at least).  

 

 

*insert raspberry sound here*

Snoozing away together!

True Love! 

Hi Mom!