It's my favorite day of the year! Or, I guess, my favorite day every fourth year? Or is it my 1/4 favorite day every year?

In any event, I love February 29th. It feels like an extra day stolen from Father Time. A day which ducks in an out of our calendars - meaningful and meaningless at the exact same time.

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We'll be spending our extra day in full leap

For fun I tracked my life as if only lived on February 29ths-
1988 - I'm two, I can't do anything, this is boring
1992 - Hey we have a dog! I have freckles, he has spots, we're ready to party
1996 - Romping with our Dalmatian in the Blizzard of 96
2000 - Another family pup! And somehow I managed not to get thrown out of middle school!
2004 - Graduate High School
2008 - Graduate College
2012 - This is where it gets fun! I have my own dog and my own blog.

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And we're living it up in Houston
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We were so young!
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Leap forward to today and I have a new pup, a new city, and new apartment and a new* wife! (*Note to Emily: I don't have an old wife, I simple said "new" because it fit with the rest of the sentence)
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Where will we leap to next?

The next February 29th is in 2020. That's the future! Well, obviously. But I mean the "flying cars and robot butlers" future. Or at least that's how it sounds to me.

Four years seems like a pretty good timeframe for a flipbook of life. What does your flipbook look like? Any big jumps between February 29ths?

And the most important question of all. What's the conversion rate between dog years and leap years? I think I need a calculator... or a nap.