Wheatie's birthday was yesterday. I can't believe how time has just flew by. BFC and I have managed to keep him alive for 8 months now. Surprisingly, last night was the first night he didn't want to be taken out in the middle of the night. I did end up waking up at the normal time to feed him though.
This morning, it was pouring outside, but I knew Wheatie would have to use the bathroom. We went outside and he initially wanted to go on his normal route to the main road, but by the time we got between two of the other condos, he looked at me with a look like, "What the hell are we doing out in this rain? I want to go home!" So we turned around and he practically pulled me back to the stairs. Then he promptly ran up the stairs and shook himself. I was happy that we didn't have to go wandering around in bad weather since he used to do that when he was a puppy. It didn't matter that it was raining hard; he still wanted to explore.
I hope this is just the start of how things will be like from now on.
Happy Birthday Wheatie!
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