It's common knowledge that I absolutely love my dog.
Sure, she can be a brat.
She can throw up and poop in the house on occasion.
She can chase deer and squirrels and then roll in their excrement.
She can ignore me for 20 minutes and run away from me when I try to get her inside.
But I love her.
Oh how I love her!
Lucy turns five today.
She is no longer a spry young thing, but a wizened lady with knowledge of the...yard (is that how a dog sees its world?).
Gooser, Lucifer, Lucious Malfoy, Fluffy LaRoux.
We love you.