Classified as a “Senior” by the vet, my dog Dexter turns 12 years old today. His only regret: He never set up a retirement account or even an IRA.

There are certain things (or purchases) in my life that I’ll always remember, such as every wrist watch I buy, simply because I love collecting them and each new one is special to me. But there is an enormous difference between wearing home a new watch and holding a small puppy in my lap on the way home from getting him as a child (I was 11 years old then). That tiny, pocket size, black and brown, adorable fuzz ball has been a part of my household for more than half of my entire life and will hopefully remain with us for several more birthdays to come.
That is the cutest old guy that I have ever seen and he has a sick name! Happy belated birthday to him! Damn, I miss having a dog!
Thank you!