This week all we can do is look at each other and yell "TEXAS!!!! NIGHTGAME!!!" We'll be in the shoe tonight, screaming our heads off.
This weekend is also Turkey's Birthday. On Sunday, he'll be a year old. We've had him for 9 months of that time and I couldn't imagine what our lives would be like without him. (As I type this he is howling in in the background to protest being brushed...)
He'll probably get a few treats and maybe a new nylabone, but his real gift was a donation to the Humane Society of America to help all of the pets that have been caught in the hurricane. Every time the news does a story about all of the animals that were left behind, Turkey is right there to lick my face when I tear up.
Best. Dog. Ever.
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