Adoptaversary

I just had my fifth adoptaversary.  I'm not even exactly sure what that means, but Mom says it means I have lived here for 5 years now.  I don't know what a year is.  Mom says, a long time.  I think it is a long time from when Mom leaves for work in the morning and Dad comes home.   So...I really don't get the time thing.

But I've been living here for a long time.  Rocky got here after me, so I get to make the rules and have special privileges he doesn't get.  Like I get to get on the couch when mom is in the room, but Rocky never does.  And I get to sleep with the people, but Rocky only gets on the bed when we are alone...not in a dirty way, stop thinking like that.

We went to the lure course for my adoptaversary even though it wasn't really on the day.  I didn't care.  I LLLOOOOVVE the lure course.  I was sore and tired afterwards though.  Mom says this is because of something called middle age.  It sucks.  She agrees.

Rocky and I got spaghetti sauce on our food too.  Not sure why he got some since it wasn't his adoptaversary.  Mom says his is about the same time, but it is only 4 years.  I win again.

I remember my foster mom and dad.  They were super cool too.  But I'm happy to be home with Mom now.  Life is good.