happy birthday to you,
happy birthday to you,
happy birthday dear bailey,
happy birthday to you.
you are ten years old today little pup (still a baby in my eyes), and i have never loved you more!
tell mom you are a “seattle-dog” and you can live with me.
i will feed you copious small amounts of cheese,
take you on extra long walks,
and snuggle you to your heart’s content.
i promise not to put you in the baby bjorn again,
and will find a more suitable means for you to come with me on bike rides.
promise…
okay? move here now.
despite your absence (and to celebrate your birth),
i have eaten cake and cookies and ice cream today.
and then i went to the gym for promptly 28 minutes (because i refuse to get another ticket from that hell-hole and i am too lazy to find a new gym),
reclined (or rode the bike),
and came home only to clean and indulge in a piece of dark chocolate.
oh the life i/we live…
love you little dog.
xoxo.
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