Mom and Dad brought me home one year ago today. I had an upset tummy, a rat-tail, and some very hostile housemates. Now I never turn down a treat, my tail is a beautiful plume, and the cats alternate between tolerating me and liking me.
I can state for a fact that I'm the most loved dog in the entire world. Mom and Dad have left vacation early to come home and get me (their separation anxiety far exceeds mine). They sing me little ditties that they make up about me, and I have about 87 nicknames. Even when they're strict - like making me wear a lifejacket on the boat, carrying me across the street, or refusing to give me any chocolate - I know they're doing it because they love me.
To celebrate, tonight I'm going to pick out some goodies at Three Dog Bakery and then we'll go on a nice long walk.