Well, I feel a little guilty that I didn't wish my dad a happy father's day on my blog. He is always saying he is not my 'dad,' since he is a human and I am a dog, but he takes really good care of me and I really do appreciate him. He gives me my shots, rubs my belly with his feet, takes me to work, takes me for hikes in the woods, and we snuggle in bed every morning when my mom heads off to work.
Also, I want to mention my cousin Luke, a German Shepherd. I just found out that Luke crossed the Rainbow Bridge a few weeks ago. I only met him once, and he looked really big and scary, but it turned out he was really nice. When a car would pull up in his driveway, he would run up to say hi right when you opened the door. He always took really good care of his family. He was 17 years old.