Dear Trotter-No-Pants,
I can't believe you're 3 years old already. Where did the time go? It feels like just yesterday we were looking around for a new baby to add to our pet menagerie - and we just happened to stumble upon you- the sweetest potcake ever - through my mom's rescue.
And now you're always at our side, underfoot, in our lap, in our bed, or standing on the arm of our chair. You're always getting yourself in some sort of trouble, but we love you more than I ever expected we could. You make us fall in love with you everyday through comic relief and adorableness. We've spoiled you rotten because of your cuteness factor; you're my snuggle buddy and your daddy's little man. We'd be hardpressed to ever get another dog that wasn't a potcake because of how much we love you in all your craziness.
I do hope that you'll like the next addition to our little family - at least you'll gain some much needed weight on those skinny bones of yours from all the food mcNugget will be dropping for you. That's my birthday wish for you - that even though our attention may be otherwise entertained, that we'll still remember to make you'll still feel like our little man, and let you know how truly blessed we are to have you.
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