Maddux turned 13 in February and I swear he is in the running for World's Oldest Pug. We were told 2 years ago that he likely had a brain tumor and would soon die. Except he is still here. And he would probably beat you in a foot race. There was once a time he slept on my pillow at night and I was so crazy about him. And now I mostly mumble curses at him under my breath. Harper had been asking before his actual birthday how we would celebrate, you know because I make such a big deal about birthdays. So we bought him some dog chewy snacks and made him a bowl of eggs. Oh and we made him wear a hat. Haha.
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