2 weeks old. "If he licks my finger, then it'll seal the deal." Mole clearly agreed and licked my finger. Ten weeks later he came home and the love affair with this gorgeous man began.
His arrival soon caused ripples in a relationship that clearly wasn't working and with him by my side I had the courage to walk away. His company at dressage competitions helped me overcome the nerves I suffered following a bad fall from Wilbur. And, walking Mole has given me the perfect excuse to explore the beautiful countryside that surrounds us - with the added bonus that we meet lots of other dog owners who all stop to chat. Puppy training has resulted in human friendships, and Mole is quite the celebrity in the local coffee shops we frequent not to mention his important role as chief mascot for the hockey team. With his cute looks and friendly personality, he's the ultimate charmer!
Having a dog has been an incredible experience on so many levels and I cannot imagine life without my scruffy little urchin and best friend, Mole. Happy birthday gorgeous boy.