Yeah, so, today is Homer’s birthday. He is 9 years old, but he looks 8.
Homer was given to me as a Christmas gift from my mom back in December 2001. He has pedigree papers, which is why I know his actual birthday is Oct. 11, 2001. Don’t judge me. Also, David reminded me.
Look, I know Homer hasn’t always been the most well-behaved dog in the world. He barks … a lot. He can be a real dick to other dogs. He steals food off your plate. He doesn’t come when you call him. I’m pretty sure he is responsible for that new Gap logo that everyone is so upset about. And one time he stormed the stage and interrupted Taylor Swift while she was accepting some award.
On the flip side, Homer is really, really cute. He looooves kids. He’s very affectionate. He has more blankets on his bed than we do, and he likes to get under all of them when he sleeps. And he’s got personality; a very funny personality. Have I ever mentioned that Homer is a social eater? He will only eat when we are home. So, his food bowl will remained full all day, but the minute we get home he slams his face in the bowl and starts chowing down. If his bowl is in a different room than us, he will get a mouthful of kibble and drop it on the ground in whatever room we are in and start eating. There is kibble in every room in our apartment. I can’t even walk into the bathroom without stepping on a piece of kibble.
I’m not one of those people who celebrates their pets’ birthdays. I think that’s kinda weird. And I’m worried this blog post is sending out a “crazy cat” lady vibe, BUT Homer has been especially awesome this year, hanging out on the couch with me throughout my three breast cancer surgeries. He was excellent company, and he always cheered me up. I think he deserves some special attention. And, to reward you for reading this post, here’s a cute picture of Homer looking sad when he gets a bath.