my boy is seven

My boy is seven.

It seems like only yesterday we got this little guy…and now he’s middle age (in dog years of course).

I’m sure if he could talk he would tell you all he had a wonderful birthday full of delicious treats, lots of attention, a nice long sunny walk, and lots of kisses (from mom). He got a new collar and play toy that squeaks in three different places. Life doesn’t get much better.

Happy Birthday Briggs! We love you!