My Sweet 8-Year-Old

Dear Sophie,
Another year has passed so quickly and you're eight years old already.  Taking into account "dog years" I figure we're roughly the same age now ... kinda getting up there, aren't we?
Even though it was a fairly quiet year in comparison to all those past, you racked up a few firsts since your last birthday.  You took your first boat ride and your first subway ride, visited one more state (and a District), paid your respects at the graves of President Kennedy and his brothers, and brought your total flights up to 57.
Gee, Sophie, all your toys are in good shape, you're all set for treats, and you have plenty of gear and grooming tools, so I don't know what to get you for your birthday. And it's way too hot to go anywhere. Guess we'll just have to settle for a scoop of ice cream and some extra cuddle time, and just have fun whenever the opportunity presents itself. And I promise there'll be lots of those in your coming year! Happy Birthday, Sophie.  You're so dearly loved!