Of Fred.
He turned 10 today. That's up there for a lab. He doesn't seem to change much, though, other than getting a bit grayer and a bit slower. But he still thinks he's a puppy sometimes. And he still runs to the kitchen whenever he hears a green pepper on the cutting board. And he definitely appears out of no where every time a batch of popcorn is going in the Whirly Pop. He also still begs for his walk every night and pouts when he doesn't get it. And he waits not-so-patiently for his dinner time treat - the one we started giving him when he was just a few months old so that he would stop crying and whining to get out of his crate when we were eating our dinner.
Two kids later, he definitely gets a little less attention than he used to, but what he doesn't get from the adults in the house is being made up for by the next generation. Cate looks for him first thing every morning and gives her "boof boof" (that's "woof woof" to you and me) and signs "dog" every time she sees him, even if she just saw him a minute ago. I don't know if he returns her love, but he makes her happy even without trying. Just like he's made the rest of us happy for almost 10 years now.
Happy 10th Birthday to our old, gray man. I hope you defy the odds and stay with us for another ten!
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