Happy 2nd birthday to the dog who ate my couch.
And three ottomans.
And six dog beds.
And nine pillows.
And 27 blankets.
According to the books I've read (i.e., Labrador Retrievers for Dummies, Pocket Edition), tomorrow Sherman will begin to calm down and start acting like an adult. Currently he is running around the house with an old toothbrush in his mouth, scratching up a new wall with each corner he turns, barking and begging for somebody to come chase him. I'm not gonna hold my breath.
Happy Birthday to the best dog I know.
We love you buddy!