Tug is 3

Tuggums turned 3 on Tuesday and I totally forgot about it (work is a little distracting). He'll have been with us three years at the end of June. We didn't make a big deal out of it but my sister did bring him a new toy. It lasted 20 seconds in it's original form but he's still playing with it in the mutated shape.

Mama and I finally voiced to my sister the fear of what would happen to him if someone else had to take over (like we got hit by a bus or something). No one would ever understand the "bullying" at 9:3opm or 10pm at night means he's ready to go to bed. No one would ever understand the sitting patiently at our feet and staring hard at us is terrier telepathy for "get up and get my treat!" No one would ever understand when the sitting or standing by the door and repeatedly looking at you over his shoulder isn't just a "let's go outside" but "let's go outside so I can eat that plant that makes me throw up because I have an upset stomach."

Poor baby!

He's so lucky to have us.