I’m not sure how, but somehow this…

Turned into this.

Happy Birthday Banksy!

Banksy is four. She spent her day like all of us old people do on birthdays now. Not doing anything that great. I went to work, she slept on the couch. I told her it was her birthday a lot before I went to work. She thought that sounded pretty great!

She showed her great age though, when we were walking home from the beach in the morning, not only did she sit quietly and eat treats when a skateboarding guy with a galloping golden retriever flew by on a flexi leash, but then soon after was the lady who bikes with her baby in one of those handlebar things while her tan pitbull races ahead of them on the sidewalk. I spied that one coming and got to the other side of the street but Banksy sat there, stared at them, and ate some treats.

This is not what she used to do. At all. In the slightest. She’s four now, and can take things in stride. Usually.

Happy Birthday Banksy!