Today is the second anniversary of Newton's birth. Yep, he's all grown up now. I feel like I should throw him a bark mitzvah: "Newton, today you are a dog. Muzzle puff!"
We've had the fluffy little guy in our home for most of his life, and he's firmly a part of the family. On the rare occasions when I come home, and he's not there, because Alison has taken him for a walk or to play with the neighbors, I find the apartment eerily still. I miss him when I go on trips, too.
Not surprisingly, I don't believe in astrology. However, I was amused to discover, last night, that Newton's Chinese zodiacal sign is the dog. Hah!
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