He’s six years old today. Roughly the age of a typical first grader.
The funny thing is, both our daughters were also born on the 23rd day of their birth months. Weird, huh?
In many ways, he’s still just a pup. As a golden, he always has a goofy grin on his face. I swear he understands that when I put on my tennis shoes, there’s a good chance we’re going for a walk. That action usually results in him jumping around in circles doing a happy dance. I’ve had to actually hide my shoes in a bag and get in the car barefoot just so he doesn’t notice.
This year he’s celebrating with two friends, Peyton and Dixie. And I’m sure they are having a party in the yard while their humans are at work.
And we’ll probably top of the day with an extra long W-A-L-K. Who knows, I may let him hang out in the house an extra long time this evening.
I really can’t top the post I wrote about him last year, so please skip on over to HERE for a recap of life with the the Tan-Man!
Happy Birthday Tanner! You adorable six-year-old pupper! You’ve come a long way.