August 2008
The day we brought Archie home he weighed seven kilograms, was roughly the size of a large cat, had floppy ears, and pink paw pads that would later fade to black.
He still had green in his right ear from his ID tattooing. It would take months to disappear completely, because he was too wiggly to wipe it away.
Needless to say, I, just 17 years old, was utterly besotted with my new best friend.
Even if our relationship was to prove... tempestuous.
Archie was mischief incarnate as a puppy. I wouldn't have had him any other way.
