Joey’s birthday was last week. He’s 8. We got him in August 2006 and we almost lost him in 2007 when his dog food turned out to be poisonous. But he’s doing great these days. In fact, he’s pretty sure he’s the boss of Phoebe and maybe Simon, though Simon is sharp and best left alone.
We learn a lot from our dogs and Joey is a constant reminder to stay optimistic. He is the most optimistic dog I’ve ever known. There is not a single dark thought in his head. No matter what, he knows with absolute certainty that his food bowl will be filled twice a day, and that makes him very happy, especially a half hour before mealtimes when he likes to demonstrate what he’s capable of by battling the biggest toy he can find.
It usually ends in defeat for the toy and sometimes, he likes to pose with his prey just like hunters in the woods like to pose with their kills.
Back in August 2006, we almost didn’t get him. At the time, we already had 2 dogs and didn’t know if we could handle a third. Turns out we could. So happy birthday, big guy, may your couch always be comfy, your bowl always full, and the squirrels plentiful, fat and slow.
Phoebe hopes so too, though the camera might be more interesting.
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James Brush is a teacher and writer who lives in Austin, TX. He tries to get outside as much as possible.
Awww… Happy b-day to you, Joey!
Thanks, Heather. I’ll pass that along to him.
And a hearty birthday tail wag from the pack at IM Central Joey boy. May your treat bag never empty and the fluff never go out of your favorite pillow. Also, may Phoebe never find out you think you’re the boss.
Thanks for the birthday wishes. I’ll pass them along as soon as he wakes up. Might be a while.
All the best to the whole crew, especially the birthday boy, who is looking wonderfully regal in that first photo.
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