Dear Hoban,
Sorry for writing this a day late, but somehow I don't think you'll care. Or at least I hope you won't.
Anyways, it's been a year already. Can you believe it? It seems both fast and slow to me. In some ways it feels like I have had you in my life forever, but yet we are still working on some things (like the barking you were just doing). Was there really a time that I thought I could give you up? I think a lot of that came from getting you a bit too quickly after Velma's death. Yet if meant to be is a thing then I got you exactly when I should have. I still had so much love to give after Velma and I knew I could provide a good home.
Some of it also came from your, let's call them quirks. I know you want to protect me (from joggers, cyclcists, cars, dogs), but we really had some stuff to work on. In training you though I have learned so much and we have bonded a lot.
Some of it also came from my own insecurities. I still worry that you could be so much happier somewhere else. With someone who runs, someone who has another dog, someone who, someone who. But I have to remind myself that I give you a loving home and you are a happy boy. Some days I have to remind myself more than others.
In short, I love you. I cherish you. I adore you.
Love your mama,
Holly
(Prompt by me)
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