Tiny dark spots on a heart shaped tummy and a snowier face and paws are how we ended this past year, the result of an aging process for nine year old, four legged little boy who, unlike his mom, knows that these are not the worrisome signs of a slower age to come, but rather a natural and welcome indication that his body has finally and seriously begun his much longed for transition to ferocious wolfhood.   I like how Baxter thinks. I like how he knows with utmost certainty that things will always work out as they need to, that love and kindness, and good friends and Family are pretty much all you need in life, but that Gummy Worms, a magnificent poopie snake museum, serendipitous encounters with all things smelly - and sometimes a trebuchet -  make life even better.  

 


As our household and our family and friends both big and small continue to get older, creakier and achier, I can't begin to imagine what the coming year holds for us.  But I do know this. We will greet it with our sweet little boy-wolf and his merry band of toyfriends at our side, our pockets stuffed with gummy worms, armed with the optimisn that things will always work out as they need to.  Goodbye 2015.  Hello 2016 :)