... and another dog-gone birthday

HAPPY BIRTHDAY ROXY!

Dear Roxy,

It was three years ago today that you were born. You were brought into our home just a couple months later. Why we thought we needed a puppy JUST before Donovan was born is beyond me, but I knew you'd be "perfect" to bud around with Fred. Your Dad, however, misjudged your calming sweetness and natural ability to "sit" without command and looks back on "selection day" as a big mistake.

I wanted to take the time to acknowledge your birthday. It's these seemingly unimportant dates that I usually remember. Dad, however, had different feelings on your birthday....hence, NO GIFT for you today. Instead of a new squeakie toy or bone, we reminisced your "rap" sheet:

• relandscaping the backyard to your taste
  
• pulling out wires from the sprinkler control system
• $400+ in electrical damage to the riding lawn mower
• holes in the lawn from attempted bone burial
• Two (2) Diego tricycles chewed
• One Hungry Hippo ride-on destroyed
• opening the tool shed to destroy the bug sprayer
• countless feet of weed fabric removed and torn from various locations
• removal of plants around the dog run
• chewing of the kids' play structure
• chewing of our BBQ and utensils
• loosening of fence boards to converse with neighbors' dogs
• "de-barking" of an evergreen tree, and it's ultimate death

Due to the length of your rap sheet, your Dad has mentioned that for your birthday you get "spared a trip to the pound". Don't worry though, I may sneak you an extra bone because I still love ya! And don't forget, you actually claimed Fred's new squeakie toy when he got it, so you have plenty to be thankful for!

Love,
Mom

Oh, the "sweetness"...