Dearest Hank,
Sometimes your wet nose and 55 pound body landing on top of me at 5 am makes me roll over with a groan, but we truly can’t imagine life without you. Three in the bed gets cozy, to say the least, but we know some nights you just don’t want to be left out. You have amazing fashion instincts, as I saw when you chewed six pairs of my favorite shoes. Although you were scolded, I somehow ended up cracking a smile because you looked up at me with those innocent, big brown eyes.
You have brought a whole new meaning to the word “love” to your daddy and me, and I know as our family grows you will be just as protective and loving to our children.
The local pet store where we first spotted you told us you were just hours away from being put down at the shelter you stayed in for much of your puppy years. Some would say we rescued you, but we believe with all of our heart, you rescued us.
Love and wet kisses,
Mommy

“Who, being loved, is poor?” ~ Oscar Wilde