One more year around the sun

The early hours of my 28th year around the sun saw me being bitten on the shin, nibbled on my toes, dragged in all directions by my trouser legs and generally being annointed with hungry puppy saliva.
This happened today morning when i complete, or rather begin one more revolution around the sun. Close to three decades of stomping over this planet. 28 years of memories experiences acquaintances loves possessions rain wind sunshine. Come to think of it, what can be more heartwarming gift than wet hugs from four little pups first thing in the morning?

Here's to a happier and hopefully a more wiser me.

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