Happy Birthday, Furry Best Friend!

“Some other folks might be a little bit smarter than I am,
Bigger and stronger, too. Maybe.
But none of them will ever love you the way I do.
It’s you and me, boy….
You’ve got a friend in me.”  – Randy Newman (Toy Story)

Today, folks, is a very special day in the Dahl household. It is our first born’s birthday. No…I’m not talking about Graham – Scout is two years old today! It’s kind of hard to believe it’s only two years…I can’t really remember what life was like without him. If I thought really hard about it I would probably remember that BS (Before Scout) I didn’t have to worry about dog care when going out of town, I didn’t have to sweep up copious amounts of dog fur daily, I didn’t have to mop up the floor after every time “someone” drank from his water bowl (no, not Steve), I didn’t have to hide all sweets (especially cakes) when leaving the room, I didn’t have to have “poop-pick-up” days, I didn’t have to remove any large-white-dogs-that-may-or-may-not-belong-to-me from the neighbors’ garage, deck, living room, etc, and I (ie Steve, Peter and Shawn) didn’t have to repair the fence so that aforementioned “someone” could no long escape to steal trash and fertilizer from the neighbors (who probably hate us, ie Scout).

first day scout

All of the other pups were stuck in the fence, unable to fully walk yet, or barking in a corner – Steve said, “Let’s get this one….he seems to have his $%*! together.”

We might love each other.

We might love each other.

Cutest beach pup, ever.

Cutest beach pup, ever.

Mess maker....

Mess maker.

Flip cup champ.

Flip cup champ.

Best big brother.

Best big brother.

One of the guys.

One of the guys.

Best friend.

Best friend.

My boys.

My boys.

I may complain from time to time about this beast, but alas, I love him and would be lost without him. I love him so much that I’ve almost forgotten about the few times I’ve threatened to give him away to the highest bidder (or first willing to take him). 

So tonight, Scout, on your second birthday, I hope you dream of chocolate cakes galore, trash cans waiting to be turned over, mail that’s asking to be chewed, boxes full of tennis balls, holes in the fence that would allow you to escape and terrorize the neighbors, and poopy diapers that you can eat up and I can later remove from places I’d rather not talk about (true story…).

xoxo,
Jo

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