Happy Birthday Banco!

Most people celebrate people birthdays. In our family, we celebrate people and dogs' birthdays.

I woke up and the whole house was singing 'Happy Birthday' to Banco at 5:30. He's King.

Banco came as a gift from my Aunt Page and Uncle Jimmy my freshman year of high school. On Christmas Eve, Banco was given to me in a stocking. Worth was about to go off to college and I'd always wanted a new puppy, so the timing was right for me.

Through Banco, I've learned what it means to be a true friend. He always loves me, even if I feed him an hour late. I've learned responsibility by having to put him out, bathe him, and take care of him. But, I've been blessed. My parents and Aunt and Uncle assume responsibility for him many times when I run off to Cville or on weekends and especially during those college years. I truly believe it takes a village to raise a child...and a dog.

I have shared so much of my life with Banco: my bed (he snuggles), my body (he loves to lay in between my legs), my food (he loves to dig things out of bags), my tears (he licks them), my happiness (he stares at me), my cautiousness (he attacks strangers), my car (his nose prints were all over Old Blue), my friends (he loves to flip over a pee in excitement), my pens/markers (he loves to chew them up), and my love (he always loves back and gives kisses).

Moral of the Story: Here's to man's best friend...Mr. Banco Hudson Richardson. 9 years of fun, laughs, barking, and happiness.