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A tribute to Ike on Your 7th Birthday!

[a poem]

When you entered our lives who would have guessed that our humble abode would become truly blessed! 

When I first saw your face, those gigantic feet...My firsts thought was “holy crap” how much will he eat?

Fast-forward to age 7:

Mounds of your discarded fur on the floor, a fastidious cleaner I am no more!

Horizontal streaks of mud on the walls...I guess that’s the payback for having “snipped” off your balls! (sorry ‘bout that)

Your snoring that keeps us awake through the night...the way that your drool stains my pants—right at thigh height (not a good look)

On our walks:

The horror in the eyes of the people we meet...and then hearing them exclaim “Oh my God—he is SO sweet—your tail that offers them infinite wags...you’re the sole reason I’ve started to hoard plastic bags!

So—on our next trek, with your nose to the ground...could you please stop and think

...that when you chomp on that horse poop—it makes your breathe really stink!

In closing:

Ike, you are 140 pounds of love and pure joy and it is an honor to consider you as my 3rd little boy!





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Submitted by George | September 24 2012 |

A tribute to the mother of IKE!

I bet your dog, IKE, feels the same as you do
when it comes to his love for you!

Submitted by Trish | September 25 2012 |

Thank you, George, for your kind words...we are so blessed to have Ike in our lives. I am so fortunate to be able to bring him to my office - I have an incredible boss that had paw prints painted on my parking space!

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