My Puppy's First Birthday is Tomorrow (PB)

This is the abridged story of my puppy's, Bentli's, life, in honor of his first birthday tomorrow.

Going to pick up Bentli in Clarion; January 18th, 2014:
It was a really cold, winter day when my family, and the "adopted" family member of the day, Lindsey, got in the car and drove the two hour journey to pick up this puppy that I had found on Pennswoods about two weeks before.  I had fallen in love with a little two pound puppy that I had only seen in pictures.  After the long drive there, I was about to burst with excitement when we had arrived at Deb's house, the original owner of Bentli.  When my family, Lindsey, and I first walked in the door, right next to us sat a little, dark brown puppy that could melt the coldest hearts.  I literally almost cried when I saw him I was so happy.  (Ask Lindsey; it's true.)  During the car ride home with Bentli, we discovered that he was afraid of the dark.  Lindsey had to hold Bentli up in the palm of her hand when cars went by with their lights on because he would cry if you didn't.  Bringing Bentli home was a very fun and interesting experience.

The day we picked Bentli up

The first few nights with the puppy:
He did not want to sleep alone.  Long story short; I did not get a lot of sleep.

The day Bentli got fixed:
While Bentli was at the vet's office almost the entire day, it was really boring and quiet at my house.  When we were finally allowed to go pick Bentli up, he was heavily "drugged."  He would not move on his own.  We had to physically move his paws out from under him to make him lie down and take a nap.  He slept the entire rest of day and watched movies with my mom and I.  Bentli also loved the cone that the vet's office gives you to put on your animal after surgery.  (That was extremely sarcastic)  He HATED it.  He was pretty miserable for the next few days.

Miserable Bentli

Bentli's first time going to the groomers:
The first time we took Bentli to the groomer's, Bentli was really bad.  All that he had to have done was get the hair around his eyes trimmed and his toenails clipped, but, apparently, he could not handle that much excitement.  He was terrible and was probably considered the worst dog at the groomer's for the next couple months.  Since that first visit, though, Bentli has become a little angel at the groomer's and looks forward to getting new "fur-styles."

Bentli on the 4th of July after being groomed

Today: 

Today I love this little puppy just as much as I did the first day that I met him.  My life would be pretty dull without this rambunctious little spit-fire.  Even though my parents were sceptical at first about getting a dog, I do not think that they can imagine a life without Bentli in it.  He is definitely a permanent part of the family that we would not trade for the world.  Bentli might not always be the best behaved puppy, but he is our puppy.  So, Happy 1st Birthday Bentli!  Love, Your Family