In the garden of our years, dear Dad, With every bark and pawprint had, We've chased the sun and danced the night, In tail-wagging joy and pure delight. On this grand day, your fiftieth run, I thank you for the walks, the fun, For treats and naps and gentle pats, For understanding all my chats. Though I am just a dog named Jasper, To me, you are the heart's own master. In my eyes, you’re a youthful sage, Boundless as we turned each page. Our love's a leash that knows no end, Happy birthday, my dearest friend. Let’s bound through fields, and wag anew, Here’s to more joyful years with you.