Happy Loki-versary!

Happy Gotcha Day to our best friend and family member. You had a ruff start in life. Numerous families. Nobody understood you. For the first five or six years, we sensed you were always wondering when, not if, you would be kicked out. Eleven years later, you're still with us. "They" told me to give you back. That you were too much dog for me. Thank dog we listened to our hearts. "They" were blind. They could not see the potential in you nor your intense desire to do the right thing. We not only saw that potential and insane drive to work, but we also reveled in the marvel of what would become the dog who saved our home from burning down, chased away numerous vicious dogs and wildlife, nightly-patrolled our fences and doors, and yes, even guarded against the justifiably-uninvited person or two. I'll never forget the day you wouldn't let me go to bed because I left the garden door open. You always have my back, even for the smallest things. Daddy-O, you've earned your wisdom whiskers. If not for your ruff start, then certainly for the patience you showed with me as I slowly learned "loki-speak" so I could give you what you needed to become the ridiculous but brilliant, brave but afraid of flies, serious but silly dog you are today. You're the cheese Big Boy. The man. Our best friend and family member. We love you to the moon and back. You are the light of our lives. Happy 12 11 years young and 11 10 year Gotcha day Loki!