Tony Bennett: Dear Happy,

Dear Happy,

Before I met you, I always thought that happiness was just an emotion-intangible, not something you could feel or touch. From the first moment I saw you, I knew that we would call you Happy and now I know that happiness is also something that can lick you face, jump up onto your lap, and run around in excited circles when I come home, and make me laugh out loud.

I am sorry that there are many times, because of my schedule and having to travel on the road, that I do not get to see you for a few days. But I know that the greeting you will give me when I return home will be the size of a tidal wave, which is so unbelievable because you only weigh seven pounds!

I guess I know now that happiness is a thing called Happy!

And that is what you have made me…

With Love,


Dear Millie,

Dear Millie/ DaMooserS/ Moose McGillicutty/ Mrs.Velvet-ears,

This might seem a little odd because you can’t read, so I’ll explain it to you over a beer and a few* treats very soon. I intended to write a letter thanking you for your unconditional love and unwavering loyalty, qualities most dog lovers would agree are the most beautiful you possess.

But instead, and I’ve given this a lot of thought, I’m writing to thank you for letting ME love YOU! For letting me love you unconditionally, completely, with all my heart, with no shame or fear, and with total childlike abandon, the: “I’m glad the guys on the hockey team can‘t hear me right now” kind of abandon.

I mean c’mon, some of the voices I use and things I say to you when we cuddle would send any other woman – a less confident or understanding woman – running for the hills, but not you. With your head on my lap, your incredible smile, you gaze at me with those deep brown eyes and exhale the most contented groan. In those moments, those splendid little moments, all is well in the world, it really is.

You are the most gentle and tender creature I know, your sweet little essence ever soothing to my soul. With you I can be weak, I can be insecure, completely flawed and utterly useless, yet you love me all the same, never criticizing or passing judgment (Which is really cool, ’cause I’m all those things more times than not!).

So in closing, thank you for being my best friend, my faithful companion and above all else, my dog! Oh, and also for having the softest ears in the universe, literally, in the entire universe, all of it, the softest!

I always knew we were a match made in heaven, we both love hockey, football and potato chips_ seriously, what else does one need?

All my love, Your wildest admirer and faithful companion/Dad [Michael Vartan]

* “few” in our household is a Labrador’s dozen