One year ago, on the night of a monster full moon, little Desmond was the first of seven blue merle pups in his litter to arrive. This once in a blue moon boy is a funky mix of sweet and funny, and so full of himself he makes me laugh out loud every single day. I adore him with a capital “A”.
He was a cute little bugger when he came home to us. Duncan wasn’t convinced of his charms, but Des just jumps into your world and heart (and up to your eyebrows) with unapologetic zeal. Even serious Dunc decided he was okay and plays with him…as long as he doesn’t see anyone watching.
That cute little baby has turned into a handsome young man. I find his sticky-uppy, slightly floppy ears about the most adorable thing ever invented and hope they are here to stay. He will tilt them forward when he’s curious or happy, and they slam straight back for aerodynamic advantage when racing Duncan.
Des has one heck of a sense of humor. At least once a day he turns into a nuclear powered freakazoid and may just slow the spin of the Earth with his lapping of the yard. He’s a well-traveled road warrior, able to turn magazines into Des-origami, and a power shopper of any unsupervised bag of dog toys and goodies. He can silently leap onto the counter, delicately removing whatever forbidden booty he can abscond with. Des-Cat, indeed.
In the past year, Des and I have spent many hours out in the field, learning to become a team, and laughing together (sometimes with me on my butt and him flying into my lap) when I don’t hold up that end of the bargain. He attacks every new thing I throw at him with good humor and nothing less than 100% supercharged attitude. We’re pretty sure Lucy shared her sass and zeal with him, and it’s so nice to still have that Attitude in the house.
Here’s a video of some of our recent work:
Happy Birthday baby Des! May you have many, MANY more! I can’t wait to see what the next year brings!