Bring out the straight jacket folks. I am actually stressing over the fact that I have to switch Nikko to adult food. He is 11 months old and soon to be 1 next month (April 29). He is running out of his last bag of puppy food and I am beside myself that my baby is no longer a baby and is now a little adult. Where has the time gone? When I brought him home he was a tiny little ball of fur who fell asleep on my hubby's flannel slipper and was afraid of climbing off the monstrous sofa. Now he is a 5 pound fearless little man who jumps onto my bed with little effort. He is still my baby and I refuse to come to terms with the fact that I can't buy him puppy food anymore. Is this sick? It's just food, but it means so much more. You guys think I'm crazy?
