Friday, September 14, 2012
6 Years Old
Today, my boy is 6 years old.
Since the time I have moved to Vegas he has been the only constant in my life. I got him in November 2006 when he was 2 months old. Flown in from a Breeder of Silky's somewhere in the mid west or mid east or whatever the hell it is I got him from.
I've been through two different relationships in that period of time. I've moved 7 times (soon to be 8) in those 6 years. I've had 2 unbelievably close friends leave town, one move back into town and have lived with 5 different people over the course of these past 6 years.
However, the one constant is this little adorable long haired pillow fucking love of my life.
People come and go, places change but through it all the love of this puppy has remained.
Truth be told I cannot imagine my life without him. He's there for me when I'm having a bad day. He's always happy to see me. He doesn't care if I come home late smelling like cheep beer and cheaper women. He always greets me with excitement and puppy kisses.
Even when he got dressed in an ugly fucking sweater that he hated he forgave the offense.
So Monster, my buddy my pal. My furry four legged child. Thanks for being there through the good times and the bad. Thanks for not running away when you were left home alone all day and the door was left ajar. Thanks for humping that stupid pillow in front of every guest who passes through our lives so they can laugh as you lick yourself senseless until you pass out with your puppy penis in your mouth (things just got weird huh?).
Here's to 6 more years!