I don’t know the time or date of when you were born, nor do I know your birth parents. They said you and your siblings were an accident, an accident that I was happy to take. This year is your ninth year of life – aka 63 in dog years – though you act like you are a spry two year old, which amazes me with all that you’ve been through.
You’re getting a tad bit greyer around the muzzle and are getting very set in your ways, like most older folks do, but I love you none the less. You’ve taught me responsibility, perseverance (especially when it comes to cookies) and that a head scratch is WAY more important that an iphone.
Happiest birthday to my #1 puppy.