Happy Birthday

© shoutingforha

Our baby is turning 21 tomorrow. To celebrate he is going to call up some friends and go bar hopping. Just kidding!

The truth is that our dog, Brick, will be three tomorrow. He will probably sleep half the day and then gnaw on a bone. What a life.

It seems like just yesterday that we adopted Brick at Happy Tales. He was only 12 weeks old at the time. And boy was he a cutie... how could we resist his wrinkly little face? Just looking at his old pictures makes me want to try and drag his 90 pound frame onto my lap for a little snuggle.
If you ask my son, he would tell you that Brick is his dog. If you ask my husband, he would tell you that Brick is my dog. If you ask me, Brick is a genius. He knows who feeds him, bathes him, trims his nails and scoops the poop (although I am hoping to train the boy to do that job in the next few years.

Simply put, Brick is devoted to the pack member that he loves the most... his Mom. He has excellent taste, wouldn't you agree?

As his favorite, I believe it is my duty to wish a Happy Birthday to the perfect dog. May you live a long and lazy life.