To the pup that makes me smile on a daily basis;
To the beast that sometimes wakes me with her dream-woofs and contented snores in the dark of night;
To my huntress extraordinaire—chaser of cats and squirrels;
To the sweetheart who, for the three years before I met Bryan, snuggled with me when I got home from bad dates;
To the pup who is always foraging and acts like I don’t feed her;
To the dog who simply wants to run full throttle through grassy parks and windows of sunlight, and that would be enough;
To the pup who used to chase her tail, but stopped after she caught it, because hey, she conquered it;
To the girl who sits in the most unladylike of positions and who burps and farts whenever she pleases (we now consider these outbursts signs of affection);
To the pupper who snuggles with her Wookie sweater like it’s a real-life Wookie;
To the best judge of character I know (Biscuit never liked any of the boys I brought home until Bryan walked through the door, and she promptly climbed into his lap on the couch, literally the first night he came over);
To the girl who reminds me how important it is to run and play;
To our morning alarm clock, who wakes us up by honking like a goose;
To the dog with the most expressive ears and everlasting eyeliner;
To the girl with the best and brightest smile I know;
To the best damn cuddle-bug this side of the Mississippi;
To the pup who’s taught me everything I know about unconditional love;
To the girl who can never get enough ear scratches;
To someone who loves peanut butter just as much as I do;
To the one in my life who always has a big kiss for me;
To the pup who is showing me how to age with gusto and grace – enjoy your food, get outside, take long naps, sunbathe, take it all in, love deeply, embrace every chance you get to play, and most importantly, pants are overrated;
To the girl who always knows when I’m not feeling well and makes a point to stay glued by my side;
To the exasperating ball of fur who eats grass to spite me when I won’t let her chase anything that moves during our walks;
To the girl who’s expanded my heart in ways I couldn’t imagine;
To the pup who chose me as much as I chose her;
Who saved me as much as I saved her;
To my best friend, Biscuit, on her eighth birthday: I love you, now and always.
This is SO ADORABLE. Great pictures!
Biscuit is quite photogenic, and like any good mom, I’m obsessed with taking pictures of her. 😉
Happy birthday, biscuit!
I’ll give her a big hug for you!