I miss certainly one of Ricky’s birthdays, and he’s appearing like I’ve missed the final seven.
He turned 9 final Wednesday whereas I used to be in Dallas and he was within the fancy kennel, and I’m making up for it now.
9 just isn’t younger for an enormous canine. I think about once I get to be the equal of his age, I’ll not want erectile softeners.
Comfortable birthday, sir.
