Happy Belated.

I miss one of Ricky’s birthdays, and he’s acting like I’ve missed the last seven. 

He turned nine last Wednesday while I was in Dallas and he was in the fancy kennel, and I’m making up for it now. 
Nine is not young for a big dog. I imagine when I get to be the equivalent of his age, I’ll no longer need erectile softeners. 
Happy birthday, sir.



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