She steals my socks when I'm not watching. She digs giant holes in the back yard, but usually finds something. She loves nothing more than to wake me up in the middle of the night because she is feeling needy. She has that fire in her belly to retrieve and will work until she physically can't take another step to bring me whatever I throw.
Tess is my beauty queen and non-conformist. She is not too concerned with politics or the economy. She keeps me in the right place when worldly things try to frustrate me. It has been said that all she hears in her head is the song "I'm Walking on Sunshine" on constant repeat. I tend to believe that.
Miss Tess, you only have one more year until you are a "good" dog, but I think you are fine just the way you are. Thanks for blessing me with your exuberance.