Today my pupperoni turned 1. :)
We’ve been through a lot together. Nights of endless crying (you, not me) and days of endless playing. Potty training and party tricks. Your first bath. Your first (and only) induced vomiting. Dozens of Dog Whisperer episodes. About ten zillion chew toys.
I’ve learned patience. I’ve grown stronger and more responsible. I’ve come to realize what’s truly important to me, and I’ve taken big steps, big risks, to follow through on those priorities. I’ve apparently joined a club of twenty-somethings who treat their puppies like kids. And I’m okay with that.
I hope you know how much I love you. I think you do. I imagine the constant hugging and kissing is a giveaway, but dogs don’t do that to each other so I can’t be sure. Regardless, I hope I’m not the only one who’s grown and changed for the better in this past year. And I hope we both make even greater strides in the years to come.