I have no clue how I have not written a post dedicated to my awesome pup, Sasha. Well, there’s no time like the present!
I got Sasha when she was eight weeks old. I was in the middle of studying for the bar exam (note: I do not recommend bringing home an eight week old puppy when you are studying for the most important test of your career). As cute and tiny (10 pounds) as Sasha is now, she was even more adorable when I first brought her home. She was 1 pound, 11 ounces. Look!
Yeah, I know. As Sasha has grown, she’s become a truly great dog. She’s laid back, friendly, loves pretty much everyone, and alerts me to anyone who approaches my front door.
They say that people with pets live longer and I totally get it. There are few things better than coming home and being welcomed by puppy kisses and a happy, wagging tail. The other great thing is that Sasha is just like me. She loves bacon, naps on the couch and has the same exact expression on her face that I do when I’m woken up in the morning:
Puppy love is the best!