It seems like there are national days for just about everything–but puppies? Now that’s special! In honor of the day, I present to you a progression of Polly puppy pics. This is what happens over the course of a year, just 365 short days, when you’re a Great Dane.
Polly was five weeks old when she came to me from a hoarding situation. And one year later.
Polly’s paw at 8 weeks old and 8 months old.
Polly (5 weeks) with our Rat Terrier, Gyp (6 years).
One year later. Gyp’s facial translation: “Rotten puppies!”
Polly is 2 years old now. What a joy she has been, a gift. It’s been a life of love, happiness, discoveries, and making new friends along the way. All the things a puppy’s life should be.
On behalf of puppies, dogs, and shelters everywhere: please adopt a dog or support your local shelter. Spay and neuter your pets. And as always, adopt don’t shop.