On Tuesday our baby boy turns 9. Happy Birthday Bundy! It is hard to believe that he was once so little that he and his brother could sleep together on my lap, now he weighs about 20 kilos and has to settle for sitting on my lap rather than sleeping. His muzzle is turning grey and he has slowed down a bit but he will always be my baby.
At the moment he is lying peacefully on his bed, half chewed squeaky toy by his feet. Dear old Maxi is snoring soundly and couldn’t care less that her little brother has a birthday coming up. Bundy’s birthday means more stuffies to destroy, he loves his stuffies and his squeakers.