Jasper turns 3 today. God I love this dog.
Sometimes he barks wildly at pedestrians.
He often relishes rolling in the most fetid puddle.
He is relentlessly food motivated.
We haven’t trained him perfectly, but I think we didn’t want to. He is still his own creature. I truly wonder at my regard for him. It pains me to think he may not understand how much of a gift his life is to us.
He’s melted our early resolve and slowly earned the right to join us on the sofa.
He reminds us to stay a little wild, to be our own creatures.
And to love. To embrace the joy of romping through a field of flowers or napping hard in a sunspot.
Happy birthday Jasper, we just fucking love you.