Demon Spawn, Devil Dog, Retard, Special... he's been called a lot of things by employees past and present here at the farm. I admit to preferring the first one myself, quite frankly Dax has earned these monikers.
And yet how I have grown to love this child, I cannot tell begin to describe.
So, when he insists on playing in the Christmas tree, I decide to opt out of Christmas balls and stick with only lights. Makes my life easier, I should thank him.
He's always at my side. As are the other loyal dogs.
Even when pulling a late nighter catching up on farm accounting.
They're always there.
But one will always be Special.