I always thought a dog licking your face was nasty until I met a little distressed puppy with poop on his face and a broken tail who licked mine. Now I can't get enough.
I wrote that as my Facebook status update because today was Cassius' first birthday. He's definitely the cutest puppy I've ever seen but he's such a troublemaker. If he's too quiet or not being watched, trust me, he's up to something bad then. Whether it's chewing on my shoes, trying to pull the books off my shelf, attacking Balboa, or occassionally hiding a little poop under the bed, he's such a mischevious little one. But when you get mad at him, you pick him up, and the dumbfounded look on his face just completely melts you and instantly you forget why you were so mad at him.
I swear his eyes have mystical magic powers; that's the only way I can even begin to explain it.
So tonight, as tradition has it with all my dogs, we bought him a pizza and he shared it with Balboa.
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