Our pup, Denver is 1 year old today!
According to Dogyears.com, that means Denver is
roughly ruff-ly 15 in human years. A wild, hormonal adolescent. Yup, that seems about right.
Denver, if it weren’t for you, my life would be clean, calm, peaceful, orderly, and serene.
But it wouldn’t be nearly as full, shocking, loving, stinky, or hilarious.
No matter what I call you or tell you after you have eaten yet another pair of my underwear, or nosed through the trashcan, or snuck the last slice of pizza from the counter, or used the couch a personal trampoline, or humped and nibbled Colette until she is green in the face, I love you. And I think that you are an awesome dog.
No one is as excited to see me when I walk into a room as you are. No one has tested my patience more than you have. No one knows how to work me like you do. And no one makes me laugh as hard as you do. You were our first pup and you will always hold a special place because of that. So keep acting wild and crazy… because as you already know, there is nothing you could ever do that would change how much we love you.
Happy 1st birthday, buddy. We’re looking forward to many more treasured, exhausting years with you.
And now, we have a fun day planned for you. So let’s go celebrate you. It’s going to be a dog-gone good day.
Until next time.