…I adopted a little four-month-old mutt named Lacy.

Lacy had been adopted by a family one month earlier. An hour before I arrived at the shelter, that family had returned Lacy for “playing too rough” with their child. I translated this into “just being a puppy.”

I had never owned a pet, let alone a dog, so I was admittedly nervous about my decision to take this sweet little girl—a sweet little girl with a ton of energy and a penchant for eating things that weren’t even remotely edible—home with me.

I’m so glad I did, because it was one of the best decisions I’ve ever made.

On the morning of March 18th, 2006, Lacy was returned to a shelter. Later that afternoon, she left it for good with me and a new name: Mr. Fabulous.

The best.

She’s the best, I love her to death, and I can’t imagine life without her.

Happy Anniversary,

-Daddy

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