Otis turned 7 on Sunday. We almost missed his Barkday this year. We got him in January and it gets confusing trying to remember he was actually born in November.
He still acts like a puppy in a lot of ways. Better behaved, but his energy and antics haven’t changed since he was a tiny spud. He’s the best pup ever.
I thought he was coming to hang out with me, but he left after I ran out of french fries. I’ve accepted that he loves food more than me. As long as he still loves me.
Happy Birthday, Otis.
