V.v.

the one and only

my loves

I couldn't help but forage a wild bouquet--it smelled so good!

Yesterday was V.v.'s eight birthday. It's fitting that she's a Christmas pupsicle because she is such a gift in and of herself. 

A long hike through Griffith Park, a new elegant collar, a bully stick and an extra special dinner wove the day into a little celebration for this six pounds of love that has been with me for eight whole years. Here's to you V.v. You have made all the difference.