Not that we ever need a reason to celebrate our mammoth pup, but, it’s National Puppy Day. And while we both weigh in at about the same, to me, he is still a teeny, tiny, five year old infant (with slightly worse breath and an untamed tail that can leave a trail of bruises).
In honor of our rambunctious lab, we recognize the brilliant lessons he has taught us:
- Keep on searching for what you’re looking for with vigor, even if you don’t know what IT is.
- Never take “no” for an answer, especially when it involves food on the floor.
- Always push the limits – Paws on the couch don’t count as “on the couch”
- Playing in the rain is all fun and games, until you have to pee in it.
- Bark if you think you hear something – even if you don’t. If scolded, bark louder.
- Always celebrate the small things, like ice cubes that fall from the freezer – and treats that make your breath better.
- No one likes celery. Not even Scout. Don’t eat gross things.
- Stranger, danger. No matter what size. Unless they have something you want – like a tennis ball.
- If you want something new – like a new bed – destroy evidence that you have one.
- When in trouble, simply lay on the pitiful, guilt-struck face. No one stays mad at that. Then roll over.
- If you want to make someone uncomfortable, just stare at them.
- If life gives you mud, play in it. Especially if you’ve just had a bath.
- Kisses make everything better – even a mauled black leather pump. Just one.
- Don’t be materialistic – you never know when you’ll lose something you love (see above).
- Never claim your toots. Ever. Act as surprised as everyone else.
Today, we celebrate Scout, with glorious tennis balls, unlimited access to the water hose, and a slightly higher chance at the table scraps. Dream big, buddy. We love you.