Seven years ago on this day, Meat and Sophie were born. I remember going to see them and the rest of their litter and just being so in love with every single wrinkle on their bodies. A few weeks after they were born, Lou sent me to pick out which pup we were going to adopt. I immediately fell in love with Soph and Lou was obsessed with Meat. I distinctly remember sending him tons of pictures of them and then deciding that we would take Meat because he really wanted him. Then Lou said, well let’s adopt them both, and my heart exploded. Ironically, it turns out that they were best friends in their litter - always cuddling and being close together. It’s like they knew, or we knew, or maybe we were all just meant to be a family together….
Read MoreYesterday, I thought about how Meat and Sophie were turning six and the idea crossed into my mind that maybe shouldn't have been there. I thought that since they were getting older, maybe Meat is finally mature enough to not eat the remote if we left it on the coffee table while we were gone. Wrong. So wrong. It wasn't the remote, but while Lou and I were grocery shopping, Meat decided to teach us a lesson. We accidentally left a box of tissues on the end table. Ughhhh. The box and all of the tissues were destroyed all over the floor. That's when I decided that tearing up a box of tissues was Meat's birthday present this year. I'm sure he had fun *insert a million eye rolling emojis here*...
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