You were not the dog I went to the shelter to meet (this seems to be a recurring theme in my life). But I knew from the moment I saw you in your crate in the shelter lobby that you were mine. It was love at first sight.
I had planned on a much younger dog. A more laid-back dog. A goofy dog. A dog that would balance out your sister's intensity. But you have fit into our family better than I ever dreamed you could.
I love the weird positions I find you sleeping in. It never fails to bring a smile to my face when I see you sprawled out or hiding under the bed in the crate. And I especially love when you curl up under the covers.
I love the weird faces you make when I pull out the camera. I hope you never lose your awkwardness.
And I love the way your ears flip inside out all. the. time.
I love how eager you are to learn new things. You're always excited when it's time to train--whether we're going over jumps, working on obedience, or working with your sister, you're always willing to work with me.
I love watching you gain confidence. I still don't totally understand why you hate nature or why you're scared of some for sale signs, particularly the ones for the realtor who sold me our house, and not others, but every time I see you start to relax in a new environment or look to me for a treat when you see something that scares you, it makes my heart happy.
I know I've made mistakes in the 4 months you've been here. I haven't always been the patient trainer that you need. I don't always know how to communicate with you. At times, I've had unrealistic expectations for you and my heart has broken when I've seen you shut down because I've gotten frustrated. Thank you for always forgiving me. I'm trying to be better for you.
Your sister taught me that I knew nothing about dogs. You're teaching me that I still have a lot to learn.
I love you, my tiny terror. I can't wait to see how our relationship grows. Happy birthday!