Hard to Love

Zephyr, One of my new years resolutions is to be more patient with you. After all your were my first very own fur baby. But you make it SO HARD to be nice to you. For hell's sakes, you are almost eight years old, and you still surf the counters on a daily basis, tear apart garbage, bark at everything, lay on my couch and my nice white leather chairs, and still have accidents in my house. If those things aren't bad enough, you tore apart our bathroom. The door, molding, frame, and wall!  This is by far one of the naughtiest things you have done to date.
     Really, most other dog owners would have given you to the pound by now! But you have moved with me six times, cuddled with me when I was sick or sad, let a little human child take your position as number one, and you protect our house.  Some days your good looks, and love that you and Maren have for each other are the only things that keep that spot for you on the couch.

     I do love you, and you will not become a pound puppy. Officially, you are a senior citizen-almost 52 in human years; and I do love you. Here's to your golden years my friend. May they be easy on all of us.