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Happy Barkday Jack!

This post is definitely going to be picture heavy, so be prepared for all the cuteness!!

For those of you who know me well or have known me for a long time you would probably agree with the statement that I am not a dog person. I grew up with a mom who is allergic to dogs, so it was not really an option to want/get a dog. We were always told the negatives about dogs, so I never wanted one. Then I married a boy who grew up with dogs. Lots of dogs. I married a dog lover. When we were dating we discussed dogs and he knew how I felt. He once told me that he would teach himself to be ok without a dog. That didn't last long.

About a year into our marriage my sweet hubby started researching dogs that were low allergen, so it wouldn't prevent my mom from coming to visit. After another year of trying to sneak the topic of dogs into conversation he decided he wanted to go to the dog show in LR that summer, you know, just to see the dogs. Yeah, right. He of course met a bunch of sweet dogs and breeders, and texted me pictures and videos throughout the day. That is where he fell in love with a handsome Soft Coated Wheaten Terrier.

And that is the day that I started to slip on my no dogs stance.

Later in the summer we heard from the breeder that Drew met; there was a litter on the way due in September. Not long after that is when I had my first RE appointment. Then I got the endo diagnosis. Then my surgery was scheduled.

The timing worked out to where we went and picked up our sweet puppy a week after my surgery, when he was 9 weeks old. I had no idea then how much this little dog would mean to me, how he would be such a source of happiness through the pain of infertility.


Jack with his brothers and sisters and happy Momma Roz

Such a tiny pip squeak!

Eyes are opened!

Too cute for words

Puppies first time in the snow!

He totally still makes this face at us

Almost time to get him!

All of the photos above are from the sweet mom (Nancy) of Jacks mom (Roz) before he was ours. They loved our puppy so much and we are so thankful for them!!

We went to pick up Jack the week before Thanksgiving.
He was such a little fur ball of cuteness!

First family photo :D

Starting the car ride home

First walk to welcome him to the neighborhood

A *happy* boy and his dog



Yesterday we celebrated this sweet pups first birthday. I can't believe he's already a year old!! Since we got him when he was 9 weeks old, so we still have a couple months before we've actually had him for a year, and we will celebrate that day, too!



He loves pillows for nap time

His model pose

Loving the cooler weather

Peanut butter cake and a Barkday toy!









We love this little guy so much and we are so happy he is a part of our lives!!
Happy Birthday Jack!

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    1. So sorry for the extended delay in my response! He is a Soft Coated Wheaten Terrier.

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