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)
Countless:
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!
photo taken by C. Dowell for lululemon Louisville Showroom
