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Music: Good Times by The Beautiful Girls
Our little fleabag is celebrating his 11th birthday today!
Harry and I have been best buddies since he was about 12 weeks old, and since then I don’t think a single day has passed where he hasn’t made me laugh. He’s ridiculous and stubborn and wonderful, and I think he has finally forgiven me for letting that funny looking Americano move in.
We got up early this morning to beat the heatwave and take the woof machine out for some fun. We found a great off-leash beach at St Kilda where Harry could sniff some puppydog butt and chase the birdies, and it was so much fun watching him tire himself out. I think we’ll be seeing a lot more of that beach in the near future – he had a blast.
Harry has been following me from room to room for the rest of the day, passing out by my feet whenever I settle for more than a minute. I’m sure he’ll perk up again when we fill his belly with chicken and rice tonight – his favourite.
Happy birthday, silly woof. I promise I won’t make you wear a dumb costume like last year.
Good dog! xxx
This also crosses a task off my list of 101 Things in 1001 Days: #73 – Take Harry to the beach.
