Today, our dog, Liam, is nine years old. Happy birthday, Liam! In the works are a few special treats and a nice long walk.

Even at nine, Liam is still a fast runner and light of foot. This summer, when Clif’s coworkers came over for a barbecue and saw Liam for the first time, they couldn’t believe what a “mature” dog he was.

I remember bringing Liam home as a puppy and how he hid under the table because he was scared. I remember him sitting in the kitchen and his head going back and forth as he watched the pendulum on the clock. I remember him cuddled across Shannon’s chest as she sat on the couch.

Liam, may you be light of foot for many, many more years.