Being a good dog means letting Gabrielle poke fingers in your ears while you are trying to take a nap. And eating cookies from her hand later on.
Being a good dog means howling at bears, coyotes, strange men, and Jehovah’s Witnesses who come by the house uninvited. And barking like mad and racing around the house whenever someone in the neighborhood burns leaves.
Being a good dog means clearing the floor of cracker crumbs and leftover bits of macaroni and cheese after the kids’ lunch. And covering the floor with a shower of dirt and sand when you bring your favorite “outside” toy indoors and drag it through the living room.
Happy Birthday, Good Dog. We love you.