It’s Summer’s Day.

No, there’s nothing wrong with the title of this post. While it is obviously getting hotter each day, I don’t intend to talk about the hottest season in history. The summer I’m referring to is actually our baby boy who is turning 2 today.

Yes, he is a dog. But we treated him as our baby. In fact, we went home to Laguna last weekend just to celebrate his birthday. We bought him a cake and a gift that we don’t think he’ll like: a shampoo. Taking a bath is one of his pet peeves. He hates it. And he is too smart to know his bathing schedule. Every time he feels that it’s his time to go to the bathroom, he would hide under the bed and would never come out. You need to lift the bed up just to get him. Ahh, the troubles of parenthood.

Sum, you’re 2 years old now. I just wish that you’d be brave enough to face the waters in your life. I also want you to know that I’m really considering getting you a mate, someone that you could spend the rest of your life with. If that could keep you from humping my legs, I’m more than willing to skip lunch to get you a partner. What do you think, doggie?

Happy Birthday. I love you. And your mom.