My Little Boy

My little boy is growing up! He is 8-years-old today.

(Actually I have no idea if today is his “real” birthday, because his adoption paperwork only stated his birthdate as “August 2004”.)

Today is his day which will be full of walks (in the rain, unfortunately), dog bones, dog cookies, and his favorite treat…blueberries.

Here’s to wishing RiRi another year full of bounding in the snow like a rabbit, snuggling with Matty or me on the couch, sitting in the guest bedroom looking out the window (we call it “watching tv”), following our snowboard tracks down the mountain, and sleeping like a king while snoring like a pig…

“Dogs are our link to paradise. They don’t know evil or jealousy or discontent. To sit with a dog on a hillside on a glorious afternoon is to be back in Eden, where doing nothing was not boring–it was peace.”
– Milan Kundera

2 thoughts on “My Little Boy

  1. My dearest Dogson, Grandpa and I wish we could be there to celebrate your birthday and of course Ziggy also wishes he could be there. Grandpa has been looking at motor homes hoping to find one he can drive to Alaska allowing us to bring your buddy Ziggy along. Maybe next year we can celebrate your birthday together! Thanks for being such a good companion to our Jen and for loving Matt almost as much as you do Jen.
    I have to laugh however when I see the picture your Mom posted for your birthday, it reminds me of when she was in the play Fiddler on the Roof. You look like you should be one of the daughters with that scarf on!
    We love you Rider, enjoy your day!
    Grandma Mary and Grandpa Ron
    And ZIGGY!

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