Dear Gordo,
You truly have been my rock over this past year. A year that had high-highs and low-lows but you always took the time to poop on the floor. And I know you did this so I would have something else to focus on other than my quarter-life crisis.
People told me that having a puppy would be a lot of work. Man, they wern't kidding. From you eating raw chicken at ten weeks old to breaking out of your crate to having socks for snacks...you certainly are a handful. But you are my handful (well and Sienna, and sometimes Pep's, too). You have brought so much joy to my life.
Even though you're turning ONE tomorrow, I have to let you know that you are not even close to being allowed out of your crate. Because, as much as I love you, you cannot be trusted. Ok? Do you need a reminder of the glasses incident? But you're a good boy. And I love you with all of my heart.
Now. Let's see just how friggin' cute you are.
1 comment:
OMG what a cutie. He and Fenway must be close cousins!
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