The four-legged love of my life, Dotty, came into our home and I HATED her because she was crazy.
She'd jump over the baby gate in front of my room that we put up to keep her out. She nibbled at me, she ran around and tried to round us up, and all she did was bark.
She grew up, I grew up, and now we're both very mellow, less spiteful, and closer than ever.
She listens to my secrets, she hears me cry, and sometimes we just cuddle and I scratch her stomach.
Today was her 13th birthday, which is both scary and celebratory.
Happy Birthday, Dotty.
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