Before I was Daphne’s daddy, before I even met Daphne’s mommy, I was Jib’s dad.
And today marks the 10-year anniversary of the day that I brought him home from the Houston SPCA.
He still sleeps right about there, every night…
Technically he’s older than this, but we don’t count the 5 months prior to the day that I adopted him because it was not a good time for little Jibbus.
But! Turning around to meet the gaze of that little black puppy ranks up there among the best decisions I’ve ever made.
Happy 10th birthday, Jib. You’re still the best dog, ever.