It’s his birthday. Everything else takes a backseat.
Every morning, after he comes back from his walk, this dachshund goes to my side of the bed and touches his nose to mine. He does not turn away until I reach out to pat his head and whisper “Hello, Bruno, good morning”. Then he pads off to his dog bed and goes back to sleep.
He’s been doing this since he was a puppy.
Happy birthday, my boy. I wish you knew that I will never tire of everything you do. Well, except for the barking part, but no dog can be perfect.