Happy Birthday Mr Chew

After catching some grief in the comments about "too much baby, not enough dogs" last year, I blogged about Chewy. He's 12 today and it's time to once again wax poetic about the Chewman. I've said it all before though. Even though he's slowed down significantly, he's still a really fun dog to have around. Since I never expected him to make it to 10, I try remember every day we have him is a gift.

I'll be thrilled if next year I can tell you all he's turned 13 and is still doing fine. I won't mind repeating myself at all.