To the mutt that stole our hearts,
(And tore them all to pieces),
May you live on forever,
(If only so our patience never cease . . .-es).
Seriously, patience isn’t always a given virtue–it’s a hard-learned skill that can only be shaped by ear-shattering whines and never-ending sessions of fetch.
Happy Birthday little man! (Don’t ever change.)
On the 12th day of Christmas my true dog gave to me…
…twelve (kitty) paws unwrapping
eleven stockings hanging,
ten cookies baking,
nine melting snowmen,
eight (dog) paws-a-wrapping,
seven enticing ornaments,
six christmas blankets,
five tasty treats!,
four reindeer antlers,
three cats to feed,
two walking dogs,
and a Georgie in a pear(less) tree!
We hope everyone, humans and animals alike, had a very Happy Howlidays!
–From all of us here at Play Hard, Bark Often