I can't believe you're 11 years old. I remember bringing you home from Charlotte. You entirely consumed the new chew bone I had bought for you. Immediately. That night I had to sleep with you on a leash because you were used to living with a shift worker and being up all night. Fortunately, you soon learned how to sleep during the night - and day. It has taken years for you to train me and I still mess up on occasion. Thanks to you, I keep a much neater house.
I love you, Zelda. You are my best girl. You are my cheeky girl.
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