Dear Tahoe,

Four years ago today you came into this world.  Three years and 50 weeks ago we met you.  Three years and 44 weeks ago we became $900.00 poorer and you came home with us.  Since then, we’ve become MUCH poorer thanks to your seasonal doggie allergies and subsequent recurring ear infections.  Also due to the MANY items we have had to replace thanks to your incessant need to chew.  And to lick.  You’re disgusting.  And huge.  But we love you anyway. 

We love you because you have no idea you weigh 112 pounds.  You think you’re a lap dog.  We love you becuase you are, quite possibly, the world’s sweetest, nicest dog.  We love you because you put up with Dylan (although secretly I’m waiting for you to snap and bite his fingers off).  We love you because we know when you’ve been naughty because you make your ”Bad Dog” face.  Hopefully soon I’ll be able to get a picture of it to share with the internets.  Because it makes us laugh every time. Even though we want to kill you for whatever “Bad Dog” thing you’ve done.    

With Dylan

With Zach

Happy Birthday, you big, dumb beast.  We love you.  Even though we may not act like it sometimes.  And thank you for giving me a reason to take my ass off the first post.

Love,

Your family

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