A two years ago you were the size of a potato… your eyes had not yet open…  You would grow a little bit, learn to walk, and to bark and 4 months later you would come home to live with me. We’ve been thick as thieves since. 

I am so used to the jingle of your collar as you follow me from room to room I hear you snoring under my chair while I sew or digging in the trash when you are tired of being ignored 

You’ve gotten so good at walking. You even will walk in the rain and cold as long as you have your trusty red sweatshirt. 

Most days I find you sleeping on the bottom step, or on the couch. Saving up your energy… 

For your big silly zooms around the backyard.

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Happy Birthday Abalard. You are my champion.  When I am hurt or sick you are right their hanging out making goofy dachshund faces and trying to make me laugh. You are the best dog a girl could ever ask for I can’t believe you are already two. It seems like yesterday you were just a little cow.