Happy Birthday, Smoke!

This is my boy, Smoke. He is eight years old today.

He is gentle, sweet and one of the calmest dogs I have ever met in my life.

I knew we were getting a special dog when we adopted him because his "foster mother" (who only had him for 2 weeks) cried and cried when she had to give him up. (We actually suggested that she just adopt him and we would find another greyhound, but she said she knew he was going to have a good home with us).

He loves the couch more than anything. He sometimes gives up the opportunity to eat and/or go outside, just to stay on the couch.

Happy Birthday, Mr. Smoke! May you have many fabulous years ahead of you.