Homecoming

Atticus came home November 21, 2012.

It was a great day.

Our Pack felt complete.

Someone had been missing, and that someone, Our Atticus, was home.

We chose November 21st as Atticus' birthday.

How has he been home for 1 year?  How is he 2 years old?  How can it feel as if Attie just got here, and as if here is where he has always been?  I think love knows no concept of time.

Atticus has changed since his Homecoming.  I can see it in his  eyes.

 First Walk on his First Day

Daily Lap Dog Session

Now he is secure.  There is happiness throughout him.  He trusts.  He loves.  He wags his tail.

Sometimes, when he is deeply sleeping, Attie whines and yelps.  I do not know enough about the canine brain or canine dreams to know if these sounds are sounds of distress, but I always touch him and tell him he is home, he is safe, he is mine, he is loved.

Sweet Secure Sleeps

We do not see him as a rescue, as a shelter dog, as one no one else wanted.  These are all labels of Before.  Now, he is ours.    We are his After.  He is an essential part of The Pack.  He is Atticus.

Happy Attie

Happy Birthday Atticus!