Dear Leroy,


I don’t know what to say to you except that your breath is atrocious, and you are always in my face demanding my attention. You are high maintenance, and you have taken over my entire house. Everyone caters to you.

I wouldn’t have it any other way. I love you for your breath and the fact that you have to completely groom yourself before settling down in bed. I love you for the fact that you love to go outside and play in the mud then come in and lay on my shoulder. I love that you are so excited to see me every morning when I get up, and that you look so sad when I have to leave.

I love you for the fact that you hide under the couch when you’ve pooped in the floor. I love that you can almost talk to me when you want a snack. And most importantly, you love me back, unconditionally, even when I am not as nice as I should be.

I love the little person that you are.

Love always,


Breed: Yorkie


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