He was in the paper: “Cairn terrier, poodle mix.”Two friends and I drove out to Buffalo, Minnesota, and all three of us fell in love with him.He spent the first night at my house in a cardboard box by my bed.He slept the whole night through.But the second night, he cried and cried; and I couldn’t help it: I broke the rules and pulled him out of the box and put him on my stomach. He wagged his tail approvingly. He fell asleep.He has been in charge ever since.Today, he will turn 14. There will be a party.Of course, there will be a party.But then every day that he has been here has been a party.Henry.Happy birthday.

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