5: The number of years I’ve had Tango, today!
Less than 1: Day left to live before he was thankfully rescued from the kill shelter in L.A.
6-7: Tango’s estimated age.
3-5: Minutes spent with him before I knew he was going to be my dog.
2: States he has lived in with me (California & Kentucky)
12: The number of chocolate donuts he ate when he broke into a care package in my car while I was inside getting lunch on the road trip from California to Kentucky. Thank goodness it was crappy, fake chocolate. I was freaked out for two states.
3: The maximum number of times he will chase a ball outside. The 4th throw I always ended up retrieving myself so now I don’t even try.
10: The average number of seconds for him to fall asleep when he jumps into bed with me at night.
10.5: The commands that he knows: Sit, stay, come, down, rollover, stop, shake, back up, leave it, high five, and heel… the half one (5 years in and he still wants to be in front on walks)
4: Feet in his vertical jump.
35: Estimated mph he can run.
194: The days that I’ve been out of town this year and have missed him desperately.
3/4: The fraction of the bed he takes up. I have no idea how he does it…
2,000,000: The approximate number of his hairs in my car, under my bed, on my clothes. ALL THE TIME.
50: The approximate number of trees, bushes, or posts that he stops to pee on during a walk
4: The number of times he actually pees (he’s not the best at rationing)
The times I’m completely grateful that he’s mine, and I’m his, and we have each other. I’ve never experienced so much unconditional love. Ready for a run at a moment’s notice. Ready for a nap almost as soon as you lie down. Hardly ever leaving my side since I got him. I love you, Tango! Happy Anniversary!