Puppy Birthday!

(Yes, I know the title is a very bad pun)



This is our dog Scott.

He turns two human years today, which means he is already 14 in dog years (am I to expect him to become rebellious anytime soon? LOL). Scott is a mutt; his father, my first pet Rex, himself a mutt, had very good, very noticeable golden retriever features. His mom was picked up from the streets by my grandmother. Sadly, both of them are now dead (i.e., his parents). Scott likes to play. He likes me to shake his hand. When I get home, and honk my horn at our gate, he goes crazy and goes up to his couch, expecting a kiss on the nose once I come in. He sleeps in my parents' bedroom. He likes snuggling between them, playfully wagging his tail and slide-surfing his way to peace and quiet.

I love my dog Scott. He makes my day brighter, and for that, I am very thankful for him. (Wait till you see our true blue, black labrador Amber, though, or as we like to call her, AmBear, since she is sooooooooo fat. And cuddly. )