Happy Birthday! Thanks for snapping like a cracker at the humane society and adopting me. I know I can be a pain in the rump....chewing your shoes....needing to go outside every 60 minutes....chasing the barn cats. But I think you're a pretty neat guy. I don't like sharing you with the lady who feeds me, though.
Love,
Maggie
Dear Big Guy:
Happy Birthday.
Now plug in the electric blanket upstairs on your bed so I can nap in a cozy spot.
And while you're at it, get rid of that dog. She's a pain in the neck.
Love,
Stella
Dear Big Guy:
I love you more than the dog, cat, our new coffee maker, and waffles made on our waffle iron combined. But more importantly, I love you for letting me try my crazy ideas (like putting half our monthly income into savings), painting the rooms different colors than you remember as a child, for not making me feel SO bad for having different political views than you, and just being us. I like us.
Love ya.
