Today is my baby's birthday. My big, black, furry baby. Ezra is nine years old today, ancient by Labrador Retriever standards. His vet said we could expect him to live to be ten, so I'm a little stressed out today. I don't know what I would do without that stinky old dog.
It's true what they say about labs. They are wonderful with children. Our poor baby was the king of the world before our two legged critters joined us, and although I know he misses his undivided attention, he has taken it all in stride and he loves those boys fiercely. Did you hear about those climbers who were saved because their dog kept them warm? Yeah, I have no doubt in my mind that Ez would do that for us.
So here he is.....an old dog already. He has that old dog stink going on and I don't think he sees as well as he used to. He is starting to have trouble climbing onto the furniture, but he's not supposed to be doing that anyway. His skin is itchy and his back legs are stiff, but it doesn't stop him from mowing you down to greet you when you return home. He's always happy to see us.
So, it's his birthday. He will have steak and peanut butter crackers and bananas.....all his favorite things. He will run in the park and sniff pee and be chased by little boys. For one day of the year he will be king of the house again and I know he will enjoy it. Please, please, please doggy, live many more years because I would be so lonely without you.