This month (roughly - he's an SPCA Special), my little baby turns four years old.
Klaster, thank you for being my best buddy. Thanks for cuddling up when I've cried, decided to randomly nap at odd hours, and been incredibly hungover. Thank you for not freaking out when I belt out Beyonce's "Halo" at the top of my lungs in the shower. Thanks for picking me as your favorite. Thanks for crying at Papa's door when I left you there for the weekend. Thank you for having a really quite adorable underbite that turns into a smile when I say, "Treat?". Thanks for growling at strange noises because you like to pretend you're big enough to protect me. Thanks for pooping in overgrown shrubs and bushes so I don't have to actually pick it up (no one knows it's there!).
Most of all, thanks for picking Papa and me back in 2006 after I saw your picture and fell in love at first sight. Happy birthday, my sweet boy.
*picture courtest of Away to Wag
Happy Birthday, Klaster
Friday, August 7, 2009
Posted by Faith, the Authoress at 11:21 AM
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4 comments:
Ah gosh, Faith. Way to get my tears flowing again today. That is super sweet. Happy 4th to a woman's best friend.
That is one cute pup!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY KLASTER!!!!!
I thought my dog was the only one that knew the poop in the shrubs and bushes trick! Aren't they smart?!
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