Years go by but both of us still behave like a couple of kids. Sambo is - well, Sambo, and I (at least this time) blame it on the fact that tonight I haven't slept a minute - long live insomnia. I wrote a short poem for Sambo (the rhymes just kept coming to my mind while I was tossing and turning in bed), but it's in Slovene and I'll spare you guys the translation. :)
Either way - dear Sambo, I wish you all the best in life, may your legs carry you around in your standard working-pace trot for many years, may your throat serve you well and keep producing the most amazing sounds in the world and may a thousand and one silly ideas come to your mind so you keep keeping me busy. Stay the way you are as for me you're the best there is - a friendly, neurotic, goofy boy with sparks in his eyes and a smile on his face that never fades. Love you!
ps: I'll use the insomnia excuse this time too... Happy birthday to Živa as well, a great friend that makes you think that it's really a dog's life ;). I wish you and the Black Death celebrate many, many birthdays togetherin the future. To roadtrips! Happy birthday!
