Happy Birthday, Lord Smithfield!
You are eight years old today. Wow!
It seems like yesterday that we brought you home. Then, you were the size of a small cat. Now, you are 80 pounds of awesomeness.
Thank you for…
…stealing my socks.
…walking with me in the afternoon.
…greeting our house guests with much enthusiasm.
…not howling at my bad songs.
…handling your dethroning with grace.
…cleaning our kitchen floor when I spill stuff.
…dealing with the turquoise collar and leash.
…putting up with Ivy’s crawling all over you (She thinks you’re so funny).
…wearing the Carolina bandana, even when we lose.
…basking in the sun for most of the day.
I hope you’ve enjoyed your life so far. I love you, Smitty.
Here’s to more long walks and good times.
