It’s inevitable. As soon as my Birthday rolls around my mom starts talking about how cute I was as a puppy – eventually leading her to break out the dreaded photo album. You know the one – where all of your embarrassing baby photos are on display to the World. So in the efforts of beating my mom to the punch, I thought I’d just share my baby photos myself – in the hopes of avoiding the embarrassing ones!

Here’s a picture of me at about 9 weeks old, I was a stud muffin even back then!

In the beginning I had a “thing” for Monkeys, well until ultimately they taunted me which led the their gruesome demise. I’ll spare you the details.

I began perfecting my “cute face” pretty early on, so when I got older it was much easier to get my way with everything.

I admit, I wasn’t all “rainbows & sunshine” all the time. Especially when in December my parents brought a tree inside and then expected me to do my business outside. Seriously?

Luckily I always had a partner in crime. My pal Trooper taught me everything I know – and SOMETIMES I even shared my bones with him. Oh, true friendship.

Trooper and I spent most of my youth snuggling and wrestling at the shop. Luckily, not much has changed in 3 years.

Speaking of friends, we can’t forget my pony friends. From the very beginning we shared a special bond.

My adventurous side appeared pretty quickly too and I had big plans for my future from the start.

And obviously most of those adventures involved getting as dirty as possible. Dirt is definitely a sign of a good adventure.

My mom of course always had other plans for me.

Well, there you have it – my little trip down memory lane (complete with naked puppy-in-the-bathtub-picture). Sometimes I miss those carefree puppy days, but then I remember that there is still so much I want to try and do ahead. I can’t wait for many more years of adventures!