Today’s Vive’s third birthday. For his party, we just spent a couple hours at the beach doing one of his favorite things: chasing the ball around at the edge of the sea. Truth is, he probably doesn’t even realize that today is anything other than one of our typical sunny Sundays.
I recently took a gander at his baby pictures. My, how he’s grown. And a great watchdog at that.
I suppose three makes him twenty-one in dog years. Now he can legally hit the pub with me. Happy birthday, dude!