"Eric came into our lives one year ago, I saw him online, went to meet him, and left with him the same day. Some things you just know. He comes when called, sleeps on his back like he hasn’t got a care in the world, and eats fresh chicken because he has standards. He knows when you need him, tolerates brushing only with treat tube bribery, and has worn both a suit and an elf costume without complaint. My boys argue over who he belongs to. The answer is: he belongs to all of us. We just got lucky."