The NIMO post...

So--if this blog is supposed to be about my life, then it cannot go one minute longer without a full blown NIMO post. I. LOVE. MY. DOG. (Well, our dog I guess). I am completely obsessed with him and call him "mi bebe" and didn't leave his side, or he mine, for two days after I got back from Thailand. In fact, he is currently sleeping on my lap (although that is more because I had to pick him up off the floor after I mopped so he wouldn't leave little footprints all over the floor--but I digress).

Nimo was my graduation present from Nelson. We got him in May 2009 when he was 2 1/2 months old.
The first day or two he slept with a towel that he soon destroyed in a milk box.


He looked a little scruffy when we got him (b/c yes, sadly, we bought him from a breeder) but it didn't take too long to get him into shape.



AT first, he was a little hellion. But after a few training sessions with Jose Manuel, he at least he began pretending he to listened to us, and now he is a fairly well behaved little maltes, who fortunately does not bark incessantly or destroy the house (that much, at least).

This is after his first bath, which took place before the recommended few months old because he stepped in poo and it got stuck in his foot.


Since then he's grown SO much. I can't even believe he used to be so tiny.



We're still working on the training with Mr. Nimo, but hey, he's cute, he's fun and he only tries to sleep on my head when we "nap" in the morning after Nelson goes to work.

I have the B-E-S-T dog ever.