I’m kind of in awe. He’s 11. In all the years I’ve lived with dogs, I’ve never had an “old” dog. So today, Tom is 11 years young!
He’s getting to spend the weekend doing his favorite things. Going for walks, snoozing on the dog bed. He is a bit sad that he’s not going on a trip to the ice cream shop to get his annual strawberry ice cream cup (pandemic and all), but he has had many snacks to try to make up for it.
Happy birthday Tommy Dog! You’re the best!