Happy Birthday Little Logan! Today you are two years old which means you've been part of our family for just over a year and a half. When you came to live with us we had big holes in our hearts after losing Ramius and Finn. You settled right in and your sweet cuddly nature helped us heal. You've shown us some amazing counter surfing skills (you're much better about staying down now, or at least not counter surfing when I'm watching). You are always up for a good cuddle, no matter what else you were doing when we yell, "Cuddle Time!" You steal socks from the laundry like no dog I've ever seen before (and you don't even care if I see you doing it). Last Fall you got a kitten who not only tastes good, he's brave and fierce and protects you when you are not. You know how to get all the neighbor dogs in trouble by standing by the fence until they bark, but you don't say anything, you just wag your tail while their people parents fuss at them for barking. You aren't particularly brave, but I will always protect you from scary things like Grandmommy's cats, balloons, and piano teachers. You amaze and inspire me with your constant, unwavering optimism - you are sure the next sandwich/piece of bacon/hot dog/bowl of popcorn is yours. And when we eat it and don't give you any, you just go chase the cat, knowing that next time we fix one of these, it will surely be yours then. You're always happy in the morning and you always stand up to give me a good night kiss and tuck me in at night. You are my Sweet Marshmallow of Love and I'm so glad you're my dog.