6 years ago I got a call from my ex-boyfriend saying "i'm gonna get a dog today" I thought it was the worst idea ever, and said "Dogs are way to much hard work, that's a bad idea, what will happen on tour?" to which he replied, "you will take care of her!"
I'm so glad that he never listened to me, and got the most magical dog in the world home to us. Hobo is truly the love of my life, and has this insane 6th sense. When I cry she comes to me calmly with a softness that is hard to explain, when I'm happy she opens her mouth and shares my joy with her smile as big as the sky. I can't believe it's been 6 years!
Each morning Hobo wakes up and stands on top of my face, and demands her "morning love" which usually requires a song from me, and a bunch of shedding from her. I wouldn't have it any other way, and I'm so in love... so happiest birthday dear, HOBO. I love you so much! XX