On your second birthday, I find myself struggling to find the words to express what you mean to me. That might be because I'm not sure you've sat still for more than 30 seconds at a time since your last birthday and it's hard to gather thoughts when you're in the middle of a tornado. You are the busiest little dog that I've met.
The past year has been such an adventure. We've moved on from obedience class to agility class and barn hunt lessons.
We've had to work through some issues--like reactions to Jeeps, off-leash dogs, political signs, and mail carriers.
You have found even weirder ways to sit on the furniture and you're even more certain that you're a cat.
We've gone on solo adventures and you've learned that exploring nature might not be so bad (even though you still prefer shopping).
This weekend, we celebrated your birthday by entering our first agility trial. I didn't know what to expect from you, so I expected nothing. My only goal was to make sure that we left together at the end the day. You blew me away, little pup. You were patient between runs. You were confident with other dogs and their people. You were focused and happy on the course. You kept me from being anxious and I had the very best time with you. I am so proud of you, my tiny terror.
Our adventures are just beginning and I can't wait to see where the next year takes us. Happy birthday, little Rye. I love you more than songs can say.