We knew shortly after Huck’s attack that it wasn’t a matter of *if* his little blind eye would have to be removed, but *when.* We were instructed to watch it closely and see if he started pawing at it to show that it bothered him, and for the past few years, there was no issue. But after a couple occurrences this year of it turning blood red when he’d get worked up about something, it really started to make me uncomfortable. After a quick reassurance from our trusted vet that the procedure is not only ridiculously simple, but the healing process is too, we decided to make it happen. So while Huck was out for a routine teeth cleaning we had our vet remove the eye, too.

I was amazed at how quickly Huck was back to his normal, sassy self, and how quickly he healed- Huck didn’t even need a cone!

So today, our little Huckleupagus turns 10. A decade! He’s been with me for the entirety of my adult life, and I can’t imagine any other dog putting up with our long work hours and crazy travel schedule the past four years have brought. Yes, he’s a bit of a loner, but puts up with my Elvira-level of cuddling and always reminds us to feed him when we’re clocking long days in the office. :)

Huckleberry Finn, I don’t care if this post makes the world cringe or if the neighbors raised their brows when we did a little photo shoot with you and a giant Mike Wazowski balloon in the front yard. We love you too, too much and are so thankful for the joy you’ve brought to our lives. And since you can’t read and don’t know what “birthday” means, I’ll just give you extra snuggles and a couple marshmallows. :) HAPPY TEN!