Dear Lucy,
In a few weeks, you will be turning one, or at least we think you will be turning one, but it is hard for us to know because we got you off craigslist...for free. And the truth is, we don't know who your Dad is either. But, that is besides the point because we love you, most of the time.
We love how intelligent you are, staring at the TV for hours just like a grown adult, knowing to run to the door when you hear the doorbell, even if its played off youtube for the sixth time in a row.
In all seriousness, we do find your tricks to be cute, your cuddling to be comforting and your companionship makes Mom feel safe. You are a great running companion and you're starting to swim well too! Sometimes, when we leave to church and forget to feed you, you take care of yourself and hunt prairie dogs.
It's been an eventful experience having you around. Last week you licked a poisonous toad and tried drugs for the first times and made for quite a show while you were hallucinating. Fortunately, you did not die from cardiac arrest as google suggested for smaller pups. Instead your eyes were fully dilated, you army crawled around the house while whining and would randomly freeze in a catatonic state. Don't worry, we rinsed your mouth out with the hose and you were sleeping withing 45 minutes.
We were proud of you this week when we took you into the vet for your constant bed wetting and you refused to pee in a cup... little did we know at the time that your refusal to agree to a urinary analysis would save us $75. Don't worry, your doctor still gave you your antibiotics.
Lucy, you make us laugh, vacuum constantly and you make us meet our neighbors.
Even if you are special, we still love you and are excited to see you when we come home everyday. You keep things fun and entertaining and you will always be our Lucifer Lucy!