and by 21 i mean 3. can't believe its been three years with this dude, love him so much.
every day this guy wakes up with me, goes out to pee, eats breakfast, then goes back to bed with andrew. they basically spoon until andrew gets up to get ready for work, at which point Egon gets tucked into the covers and sleeps until he's ready to get out of bed. seriously. if i can die and come back as a boston terrier i'd be stoked.
we're prolly gonna have a puppy kegger/rager for all dogs that weekend. save the date.
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