Dear pupper,

I've had you since you were just a few weeks old and I was just in 5th grade. In a sense, we've grown up together. I have seen you, aging at a rate of 7x faster than I, go from a small and fuzzy pup to a medium sized and even fuzzier pupper. I guess you'd technically be a doggo now, considering your age. To me, though, you'll always be a pupper.

You started off full of life. Running around and jumping to the top of our 6 foot privacy fence. I have to say, you aren't necessarily, not full of life anymore, but you sure have gained a lot of weight. I mean granted that is all our fault for giving you so much table food, or people food as others would say, but I do not regret a single moment of giving you the fatty bits of my steak. One, because I know you love steak fat and my sole goal is to make sure you are the happiest pupper but also two because I hate eating that part of the steak anyway. It's really a win-win situation, don't you think?

You may be wondering why I am writing you this open letter. You may be thinking to yourself, "Cassidy, I can't read" or "Cassidy, I have no way of accessing theodysseyonline.com as I do not have opposable thumbs and lack the intelligence to access technology properly" or even "Cassidy, I don't even understand what you are saying as I am a pupper and only recognize speech patterns and not actual speech." Well, don't worry, pupper. I am here to thank you for all that you do for me. You have provided me so much joy in my life and you definitely aren't dying anytime soon but you deserve praise always since you are indeed, a good girl.

Plus, I wanted to create shareable content on theodysseyonline.com. Thank you, pupper, for being a source of inspiration and a fun pupper to be around.