Happies Birthdays

Fergus, in tinier days.

While the Ides of March may not have been a happy occasion for Julius Caesar, it’s a wonderful day for Turtle: her partner and her younger puppy were both born on March 15th.

Ten-week-old Fergus adoring his mummy E.g.

Fergus is one year old today, and E.g. is… well… old enough to have seen Topo Gigio’s debut on the Ed Sullivan Show (although of course, so am I; we’re only six months apart in age).

Fergus at four months, lounging on E.g.’s ankle.

In preparing for our long-distance move, we’ve been working hard to improve our Cardis’ manners. Sometimes I despair that Fergus will never “get it”, even though I know that two-and-a-half-year-old Cai was older than Fergus before he settled down on leash. I’m much more philosophic about training E.g.; she’s had as many decades to form ingrained habits as I have.

Post-pinecone Fergus presents his papasan-hopping prowess to his proud mum.

Despite his mischievous ways, however, Fergus has one big thing over both Cai and Cuca: he loves to cuddle. He snuggles right in, and loves to be fussed over. (The photo below isn’t the best proof of this, but it’s the best one I can find. The other is possibly still lurking in the backup hard-drive thingy.)

E.g. holding her snugglepuppy, with Cai and Cuca at her feet.

Happy birthday, you two! Many happy returns.