It feels like just yesterday we went to meet a litter of beautiful Maremma puppies and had to pick one.
It ended up with us not picking one but one picking us.
Sage, just a few weeks old, kept coming back to us while her siblings were playing and she decided to go lay under our chair.
That sold the deal, it had to be her.
A few weeks later we brought her home and it felt like she'd always been there.
Now she turns 2. It feels like that happened in the blink of an eye. We celebrated, of course, with new toys (with squeakers since those are the favorite to try to get out of the toy) and with a pup cup at our favorite Licks Catalina.
Happy birthday, sweet Sage, we love you to the moon and back <3
