Not my flesh, not my blood, not even my bone
But why do you seem much more than my own?
Not my looks, not my hair, not even my voice
But why do you seem a part of my soul?
You ask, what is the fuss about homecoming day, when you felt at home always?
And I say, this is the day when you made our house – home.
Beyond today, beyond every day, we are bonded for a lifetime.
Bonded in a way that makes me smile and even cry sometimes.
So, roll in the grass and get muddy,
Snooze and yawn big,
Even bark aloud and chase birds sometimes … because you – our little boy – are a blithe soul with a wise face.
Today is our Paw-in-Chief, Mr. Popo’s Gotcha Day. We asked him for a quote and he said: “Minding the crazy hoomans is not an easy task.”