Dear Maverick

So far, in your almost 5 years as our boy, you have managed to score yourself the following:

1. a baker's dozen of lovely confetti cupcakes straight off the cooling rack

( i was the baker by the way)

2. 287 sneaky bites of Leighton's toast

3. a 1/2 full TIN, lidded container of baby formula

(yes, I said lidded, meaning sealed-ask me for pictures of that one)

4. a couple of slabs of thawed/uncooked chicken while I was starting the grill

5. a mind-numbing number of pizza slices left on the pizza stone

6. approximately 103 dirty, pee pee diapers (yes, i know-he's disgusting)

7. an entire box of Leighton's crayola crayons (which made for a colorful yard the next day)

8. an unprecedented number of any type of little toy part, puzzle piece, race track one can imagine.

....Maverick....you and I both know the list goes on and on.

But....

.....in spite of all your naughty misgivings, I happen to think you are one mighty fine lookin dog to have around!

Ohhh, and you are pretty soft to snuggle with too!

I love you big guy- now drop those panties you just stole

from my dirty clothes pile. OR ELSE!!!