Armani Briscoe.

I just got a text from my step-dad on his new iPhone. Yes, you read that correctly. Not only can my dad text, and quite well I might add, he also has a nicer phone then his son, which should be against the universal law of cell phone use. His text read, “Just a reminder, tomorrow is Armani’s birthday, don’t forget!” Armani is my dog that I inherited from the family back home. This text raised a level of concern in my mind and I think rightfully so. My step-dad just turned 50 years young and he is keeping track of my dog’s birthday? And not only that, but he ends the text with, “don’t forget!” As if my dog is going to hold some type of grudge against me if I don’t get him another bone or tennis ball that will eventually find its way under my bed or buried in the back yard. Just before I hit call on my 1st generation iPhone, another text message came up. Turns out it wasn’t father figure. Instead, it was my 10 year old sister Kendal making sure I didn’t forget the most important day of the year for my dog. I quickly went from feeling slightly concerned to, “aww that’s cute.”

Still one question remains. What do you get a spoiled dog for his birthday?

much love.

Advertisement