Happy Birthday Banksy.

My only dog with a birthday. We've all survived this far. Is she grown up now? She's as independently fierce, creative, rocket scientist smart, and elusive as her namesake.


She got to have a birthday party with Kicks and Zuma today.

Banksy is frequently sweet and adorable, always has a strong opinion of what she feels is right and wrong, and when I attempt to stay 3 steps ahead of her, it usually turns out that I'm quite a few steps behind. Frankly, Banksy is an amazing being. Living with such a force isn't always easy, but it's always interesting, that's for sure.

Happy Birthday Banksy, long may you run. And run. And run.