The Beginning

(From the mind of he, written for some reason in 1st and 3rd person )

Bare with me on this one. This is coming from a week without the wife. So in other words, sleep deprivation and many sugar highs and lows.

It all began one year ago today. It was a beautiful spring morning when little Zaba came into the world. He didn't quite know what was going on, but would soon learn what this world had to offer. He had freedom, he had a farm. He ran after four wheelers, ran with the horses, and played with his mother and siblings for hours on end. Three months go by and these strange people pull up in a green vehicle. He runs to them and greets them enthusiastically, not knowing what would soon follow. Little Zaba is taken from the farm life and introduced to the spoiled life. The life of weak-willed owners.
The Present- My friend Scott came over last night and we had a celebration of his birthday, which entailed giving him some steak. The steak disappeared in five seconds. We celebrated yesterday because I thought yesterday was the 17th. Again this goes back to a week without the wife. Anyway, it has been great times since we got our puppy. Life-changing and I have enjoyed every moment. And just think, in another year and a half he will calm down some. Maybe.