Yep, our dog, Jonas, turns two years old today. (Well, or thereabouts. He was found wandering by the Yuba River in Northern California when he was a few weeks old, so we decided to declare Bastille Day as his birthday.)This is an especially exciting birthday, because 2 is the magical age where dogs calm the hell down. Jo's been on a steady improvement trend for the past year, and he came a long way while we lived with my sister and her two dogs. (With a few noticeable exceptions.) Now his biggest problems are occasional barking fits at valid threats such as construction guys working two doors down. But we can trust him with anything that's not edible, and he's become great around the cats. He still licks people on the rarest occasions. Almost never.
It's a good opportunity to give Karen huge props for all the intense work and patience she put into training Jonas from the time we got him. She spent months taking him to weekly training sessions, kept him well-socialized at the dog park, and walked him regularly. Cesar Millan would be so proud.
So big thanks to Karen and to all our friends and loved ones who put up with Jonas during the past two years. He's been a great addition to the family, and I look forward to having him around for many years to come.
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UPDATE: Friend Britt sent this birthday present for Jonas. It's his childhood sweetheart Sadie reacting to his name...nine months after they last saw each other. Awww....
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