Happy Belated Birthday, Craptastic

Can you believe this jackass...



Used to be this cute?





It was those adorable satellite-dish ears that kept him from being sent back to his breeder the first couple of months. Well, that, and the cost of flying him back to whatever hick town we got him in.

I became pregnant with The Ambassador shortly after Craptastic joined our family, and I quickly reached a point where I had zero tolerance for housebreaking him. It took months. I've never met a dog so stubbornly determined to drop a deuce on the most expensive rug in the house EVERY DAY, a minimum of three times a day. I would call Hubby at the office around 4pm and beg him to come home early before I committed doggy homicide. Topping it off, that damn dog didn't sleep through the night until he was about six months old. But we're past all of that, and Craptastic has redeemed himself many times over, while still possessing one or two skills that make us go "AWWWWWW!"



Despite the fact that Craptastic Puppy can be a royal pain-in-the-ass, we do love him to death. He's one of the sweetest dogs I've ever had, and he adores our kid, which is really all that matters. His third birthday was July 31st. We're a little late celebrating, because we've had so much else going on, but I didn't want the little turd to miss out on his birthday cake, so we'll dose him with a Twinkie later this week.

Happy birthday, Craptastic. We love you! Now stop chewing up the kid's toys or I'll shave you bald.