Happy birthday, Precious Baby Furball!!!!!

Awwww, my Puppy Power would've been 21 today. AWWWWW. I still miss my little Cujo bitch so much. Sweet, sweet Cujo bitch. Oh, her birthday celebrations are legendary...we'd strap a hat on her precious doggy head and sit her at the kitchen table, her puppy paws on the table, with a cupcake or something in front of her, with a lit candle in it. Then we'd sing to her. FUCKING riot. Yes, this is likely another in the long line of things that traumatized Baby Precious, but it certainly was cute and amusing as all hell, as well as supplying us with classic photos. So, I salute you, Baby Furball! We just removed the carpet you spent so many years soiling...and we'll yet find a permanent resting place for your ashes besides the plastic bag under the china closet. Both your brothers agree we should have stuffed your head and mounted you on the living room wall, mouth open, fangs glaring. I LOVE YOU, MY FURRY BABY PRECIOUS!! Happy birthday!