An ode to my 6-year-old:
You were our first pet together,
Thunder is not your favorite weather.
You’re a great sister to Griffin
But your preference for eating poo will never be forgiven
I love when you sit with me
I love when you cuddle
I love when you let the twins get you into a huddle
You’re the nicest pup ever
You’ve made me love Goldens Forever
Today you turn six
And you still love chasing sticks
How time has gone by
And I want you to try
To contine being the best dog you can be
I know I don’t have to plead
We love you so much
You’ll get extra pats, hugs, treats, and such
Have a wonderful day
Now….you wanna go play?
WE LOVE YOU BISCUIT ROSE! (any girl I have will have the same middle name as me).