Last Sunday, Ben turned one-year-old, and it is a tradition to include some photos of said dog growing up. So this is Ben’s “growing up” post.
Here’s the little man aged just 6 weeks, with a brother/sister wh also seems to have the unique talent of looking at the camera when it is pointed at you.
Here’s Ben at 8 weeks, in a box and in fear of his life. He’d just arrived at his new home, and was understandably unsure of his new surroundings.
Within a few days, though, Ben had decided that living with us was alright, and he also decided that posing was good.
A week after that, and Ben decided that being outside was good.
But something inside his little head told him to be wary of Sheila. Shame he didn’t listen to it.
For a brief stint at 10 weeks, Ben decided that looking at the camera wasn’t so good.
In case you can’t tell from some of these images, my old camera was starting to pack up, so I got a new one – and just in time for Ben to turn 11 weeks.
He had at this stage also decided to annoy Sheila. And this was good.
At 13 weeks, Ben was able to pose nicely!
And he was becoming friends with Sheila.
At 4 months, Ben learned to sit and stay.
And he had his first bath. He decided that this was not so good.
When Ben was 5 months, he discovered that toys were fun.
And that they were good.
Ben continued to be very loving towards Sheila.
And was intreged by Kim and her tallness.
Whenever Ben was 6 months, we knew that he was going to be a large guy.
His tounge was becoming very large at this point.
And he was still posing.
Ben also discovered that sitting on my lap was good.
Now at 7 months, the young Ben gained some extra height.
And decided that balls were lots of fun.
But annoying Sheila was even more fun!
And he had succeded Sheila in size, too.
At 8 months, Ben went to prison.
He wasn’t exactly thrilled about it.
At this time, Ben’s mother Rua gave birth to a new litter of pups. Ben was a half-brother!
When Ben was 9 months old, he met Star, a Bernese Mountain dog. He had a ride in her cart too.
And sadly for him, he got the chop.
But he cheered up when his half-sister, Pip, arrived home in the same box that he did.
At 10 months, he was a bit shy about his age (he’s getting on a bit).
And he decided that pumpkins were very tasty indeed.
11 months old, and he got to play with his little sister for the first time.
And he found that he loved snow.
And here he is at one-year-old. What a (good) guy!