It was just January when we had then-Josey, now Treen stay with us for a weekend. Two weeks later she was renamed. Then it was Mailbox, Mailbox at night, and a TNAB Lunatique. Plus all the other day-to-day fun around the house.
All along, she was getting older. Not any faster than the rest of us, in fact she was kind of getting younger while getting older. She went through the usual stages of grief: denial (no, I won't be staying with these crazy people forever), anger (these people are fricking NUTS), bargaining (I'll follow directions if you let me go home), depression (my life sucks, I'm gonna sleep all day), and finally acceptance (oh, yeah, my tail still wags). When she popped out the other side she was suddenly a puppy again and bouncing off the walls. Except when she was beat down from a hike, but after that it was back to bouncing off the walls and eating bubbles.
On the occasion of her second biological birthday she got a hike and a cake and lots of love including a pedicure with the Dremel. (Amy is quite the craftsperson, don't you know.) She even got presents from her first families.
Now that she's two she's got a new challenge: Spring Break.
Good luck, puppy.
(And if you want to just look at pictures of Treen she has her own gallery, too.)