This bundle of joy came into my life on April 11th of 2007. Which just so happened to be my sixteenth birthday. Which my boyfriend (Seb's daddy) of two years had bought for me after a year and eleven months of begging for a puppy.

In the beginning it was rough to find out that my first puppy could have been taken away from me so easily -- it turned out that "six week old puppy" was only three weeks old and the vet couldn't guarantee that he would even make it to eight weeks old, as he was severly dehydrated and otherwise just poorly cared for.

So, after five weeks of hourly bottle-feedings, dropping him off at the puppysitter's (Dember) before school, coming over after school to pick him up and putting a hundred and ten percent of my attention towards my new 'son', Seb is now a healthy, rambunctious little pup. His best friend is a forty-pound husky/wolf mix who resides at his auntie Dember's house, where he goes to visit most every day.

He is now practically glued to my forearm after carrying him around for four solid months. He enjoys long car rides to the bay area, visiting his nana at the convelesent home and tearing up stuffed animals.