I remember the first time I took Sturm to the pet store. After struggling to get him to pay attention to me, we finally made it to the cash register. Almost as soon as we got there this guy came up to us and started petting him. We started talking about what lay ahead of me on the journey Sturm and I were beginning to embark on. He told me it wouldn’t be easy, but everyday would be worth it. He talked to me about his dog and how their journey started, not unlike our own. The specifics of the matter are blurry after almost a year, but I remember the last thing he said to me “Take lots of pictures. LOTS of pictures. He’ll never be this small again.”
From the moment I met Sturm I couldn’t wait for him to grow up and be a big well trained dog. Over the months that followed, however, I took that stranger’s advice. Every opportunity I got I took a picture of Sturm and eventually filled a generously sized hard drive with them.
But I did more than that. I started this blog, the SturmTracker, to keep a written record of all his antics, of our antics, and of never ending need to offer him guidance in this world. I lost sight of that sometime last winter, and I want to get it back. This blog was intended for me to keep a history of our time together, not to show off Sturm’s kickassery. I want to get back to that. I want this to be about Sturm. So here, on what marks the one year mark from when I first saw pictures of his litter online, I offer a rededication of this blog to the sole purpose of making our never ending adventures immortal.