Today was my son’s 10th birthday! The girls said he should get a bacon cheeseburger so that’s what he got. With candle and all! They sung to him too. In previous years, we would usually remember his birthday about a week late and be like “oh well, he is a dog”. But this year, we didn’t forget to celebrate his decade of life and nearly a decade since we met him.
The ladies of the house have been talking about getting him a new friend lately. Something small. I am not interested. I am still not over Dakota and probably won’t be until Wyatt is gone. They were a pair. And once he is gone, it might be nice to be able to sleep in bed without someone farting on me and laying against me every night.