The Wonder Years

In case you can't tell, Archer is getting all growed up. It's hard to believe he was that little tiny puppy I drove across Canada with - just a couple more months and he'll be a year old. This time last year I was making plans to go pick up Halo and prepare for her final litter - little Archer was just a twinkle in her eye. He's just as a boy should be, obsessing over Leeloo's panty covered bottom, sniffing and licking where she's peed, chattering his teeth and drooling like a leaky faucet. Huh. Sounds like The Boy only smaller. I can see recently his head has filled in a bit more, he's starting to body up and get a little more control over those goofy feet which still seem to be a touch too large for him.
As you can see he is still no where near the adult dog he will be, give him at least another year to get there. He still bounds like a puppy, pounces on blowing leaves and snow balls like a puppy and wags and smiles like a puppy. He seems to be carrying on this puppy thing for much longer than I recall the other dogs doing so... must be smart enough to milk it.
It's okay though, he's such a pleasure to be around, a little ray of mobile sunshine, that I am willing to put up with the occasional naughty act and penitent ears ... it keeps us both young.