Today is Dawson's 5th birthday. Five years ago (a year before we got married), Scott drove an hour from home and picked up this little white ball of fur and then showed up at my door and gave him to me for my birthday/Christmas gift. He was 8 weeks old and the cutest thing I had ever seen. We love that little dog so much. We constantly call each other to talk about him and we have cut vacations short at least twice that I can remember to come home early because we missed him so much. Half the children in this world aren't loved or treated as well as he is (and that is sad). I know that one day he will play second fiddle when a baby comes but right now he is king of our castle.