You listen to me talk about other bloggers’ dogs as if they were close personal friends of ours.
You talk me down from the ledge whenever one of our boys has something drastically wrong… like the hiccups.
You barely roll your eyes every time I want to buy them a present, which is every time we’re in any store anywhere ever.
You snuggle them and coddle them and baby talk them (especially Newt!).
You save stray puppies along the highway.
You’re a hero to me and this herd, the best “doggy daddy” a girl could ask for.
Happy birthday, John!