I remember the day we brought you home for the first time. You were just a six-month-old puppy, and I swear you were the most precious little thing. You did all the cute things most puppies do. You ran sort of sideways, you chewed on everything, you nipped at everyone constantly, and boy did you love attention. It seems like just yesterday.

Seven years later, you're still just a puppy. A really big puppy. Only now, you've got a bit of an attitude. I never knew dogs could be sassy until I met you. You only acknowledge me when there's food in my hand, I'm pretty sure I've seen you roll your eyes at me a few times, and you always give me the death glare and bite at me whenever I try to brush you. You, dog, are definitely a handful.

But, you're also the best dog I've ever known. I've never seen a dog with as much personality and love for life as you. You still have so much energy, and you still love to sniff every single mailbox when we go for a walk. And you still kill bugs, which I really appreciate by the way. I love that aging hasn't changed you a bit. You're still that same sweet puppy we brought home seven years ago. And to tell you the truth, I like you more than I like most people. In fact, I love you.

Thank you for lying down and listening to me ramble about my problems when I'm having a lousy day. Thank you for somehow knowing when I'm feeling sad and for being there for me. You've been there for every single one of my guy problems, and you've seen me through all of my best-friend breakups. I don't know what I'd do without you, buddy, but I'm so glad I have you in my life.