... oh, and to my mom too!
When we took Wilbur in we knew from his vet records that he had originally been adopted out at approximately 11 weeks of age. His previous owners (back yard breeders) only had him for one day when one of their pregnant female pit bulls nearly mauled him to death. After his owners relinquished custody of the little guy to the clinic and he landed in our life we calculated his age, went back in time, and figured he had most likely been born in mid January. My mother's birthday is January 16th so we thought, what the heck, she won't care.
And as an animal lover she certainly didn't.
|Fractured scull, punctured throat, torn ear, damaged eye, and many contusions.|
|A very handsome little man on the mend.|
|From poster boy to calender boy (Wilbur was the June, Hunk of the Month, in last years Pit Bull Frog Calendar).|
He's put up with horrendous heat (2 months of nearly 100 degree temps during our Chesapeake Bay debacle back in 2010), rough overnight passages, and choppy seas, yet he continues to give us unconditional love.
So, today he got to spend his special day at Doggy Day Care where he played all day long with his doggy friends and came home with a little birthday bag full of treats. And even though he's usually stuck to us like glue, he was so tired tonight he went down below to our berth a couple of hours ago and has been snoring away ever since.
The only spoiler here will be attempting to move the little stinker into a more favorable position when we try to get into bed as Wilbur has apparently acquired a pretty handy dandy no fail anchor.
But it's his birthday and we'll just have to live with it.