Happy First Birthday Picco!!

September of 2010 proved to be a difficult one. We experienced the joy and relief of finally moving into our home but soon after we dealt with the loss of our beloved dog, Max.

It wasn’t easy to make the decision to get another Italian greyhound. In fact, at first I insisted on getting any breed but an Italian greyhound. I couldn’t even look at another. But time does heal all wounds. January 14th of 2011, Picco was born and he was officially mine before he was 12 hours old.  The breeder knew my story, knew I only wanted a little boy and called me when the litter arrived. I picked him out before even seeing him. I knew he was meant to be mine. He was born on the 14th day of the month,one of my favorites as Cam is the 14th too, and then 2 weeks later I found out I was expecting Charlotte.

This was my first picture of him. Darling little boy.

We picked him up on March 10th when he was 8 weeks old. I was 10 weeks pregnant and right in the middle of morning sickness and fatigue, and chasing a 15 month old. Picco fit right in. A perfect picture of his breed, he’s a lover of napping, snacking and just hanging out.  The more he grew the more in love with him I fell. He outgrew those awful but adorable puppy months and became my loyal companion. He reminds me so much of my Maxie boy. But at the same time he’s very different.

Is he cute or is he cute? He had me worried for a while about that ear of his. 😉

His name is Picco, or Piccomolo, but we call him Boy for short. It suits him well in this almost all girl household.

Now, at a year old, he’s so mature. He’s calm. He’s obedient. He’s gentle. He’s playful. He adores Bayley and plays so sweetly with her. He has brought her newfound youthfulness. They play all day. We’re pretty sure he thinks he’s a border collie, too. He’s beyond excellent with our girls and can often be found cuddling up with them on his own. He’s friends with the cat. Other than Max, he’s the only dog she’s ever played with. He’s a mommy’s boy. He loves to be warm and touching someone at all times. And to make things even better, Brian loves him too.

His only flaw is his awful breath.

He is the perfect fit in our family. And I do love him so.

What a good boy.

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