{ happy birthday to our little old man }

That's right. 

Our dear Oscar pug is 12 today. TWELVE!

And just as handsome and darling as he was when he first came home to me.

It's safe to say he's pretty much the sweetest dog ever. And that tongue? It never fit in his mouth properly. Bless his little heart. 

He was always a good big brother. First to Annabelle, who went to Rainbow Bridge eight years ago...

And to Molly, who, like any good pug who believes she's really a cat and/or an empress, allows us to live in her presence.

We hope to spoil Oscar all today, probably with a trip to Chick-Fil-A for nuggets. He's a little too old and it's a little too cold for him to enjoy rafting like he used to.

Maybe he'll build something out of Turtle's Lincoln Logs or Legos...

Or maybe he'll just snooze on one of our laps. But whatever he does, he'll get star treatment.

Not like he doesn't get that every day!

Happy birthday, Oscar! You're one of our great loves and we look forward to more snuggling (and snorting) to come.