Michael Jackson

Jackson, this post's for you.

Thanks for keeping me on my toes.

Thanks for your companionship. You're my very best friend.

I saw a license tag holder on a car at Winthrop yesterday that read: "My Bichon Frise is smarter than your honor student."

You are smart and playful.

You are spoiled.

And you are mine.

Michael Jackson (so named because I got you as an eight-week old pup the day that the King of Pop died), you are the best.