Happy, happy birthday Joey, gotcha on my mi-ind.
Way To Go Joe a puppy in a litter of five, you were born to be a racer, but yet as you celebrate your 7th birthday you remain a happy, happy boy frightened of the two people that love you the most.
We’re not giving up though Joe. We’ll entice you treats and every day we’ll ask you to come and get your ears scritched. I suspect when least expect it, you’ll be by our sides ready for the lovin’ you so richly deserve.