Four years ago today, we were driving home from Puerto Escondido with a patchy haired puppy whose ears were too big for her head. I am so glad the mean little pup we found in the middle of the highway joined our family. Her farts could kill a horse, almost everyone we know is (rightly) a little bit afraid of her, she hates children and cuddling and cats. She is more emotional than most people I know. I wouldn’t trade her for anything on this earth. Today she got to see her pals and eat a hamburger, which especially this year feels like a day worth celebrating.