Today's my pup's birfday.
So tonite, he gets his own burger...which actually works out for me as I wont have to share mine.
He's four years old. I swear, it seems like only yesterday when he was constantly nudging a ball into my hands to throw, sitting at my feet while I ate, hoping for scraps and licking my armpits for some bizarre reason.
Oh wait...that was this morning.
Anway, if you're reading this, Happy Birthday Stewbert!
BTW - I heard the book which contains an essay I wrote about Stew was featured on the front page of Publishers Weekly.