My little baby Coco turned three years old on Monday. That’s 21 in dog years, which means that from now on, Coco’s buying the beer! (Relax Mom, I’m kidding. Coco doesn’t even like beer.)
This is what Coco looked like three years ago. There was a pet shop in Mexico that I used to walk past everyday. I would coo at the puppies and dream about the day I could get one of my own. When I went back to visit, I was finally in the market for a little ball of fluff to call my own, and in the bottom cage was Coco, the runt of the litter. I picked her up, and she laid her head on my left shoulder and nuzzled my neck. I was in love.
Coco and I both had different hair colors back then.
All grown up.
Coco is a very sweet, very patient big sister to Petunia, who joined us a few months later.
She is also very patient with her mother (me), who likes to dress her up in silly costumes.
Happy birthday, snuggle-bug!
Yeah. I did a birthday post for my dog. I’m sure she’ll appreciate it.
Aww, happy birthday to Coco! She looks like a little stuffed toy in that first pic! CUTE!
Coco is a cutie pie! Happy birthday, Coco! That's uber cool your mom reads your blog!
Coco is so damn adorable. I have a pet shop I like to coo over too. One day...for now I have to two canaries. Blargh! They're cute but they're definitely not a dog. Hope you gave Coco a special meatcupcake birthday cake.