Guess who is a DECADE old???
She is my first love….puppy love that is….and this is her story.
More than ten years ago, I wanted a male yellow lab. That is what I intended to bring home, and had my heart set on. But all the puppies at the farm that day? They were black. So, I looked for a boy. A cute little boy with a face only a doggy mom could love.
I picked him out of all the rambunctious pups and snagged my man.
Only, it was a girl.
I said, “Oh! You have such a CUTE face, but I want a little boy.”
I put her down, and continued my search among twelve CRAZY baby black labs running everywhere. Again, I spotted my pup. So, I picked him up, and took a look.
And guess what? It was the SAME girl. I recognized her because she had white stars on the bottom of her front paws. I gave her a big hug, and set her down, “I really like you, but I promised myself I would get a boy.”
On the search went, from one puppy face to another. I saw them chew ears, bounce, run, and tumble all over each other.
FINALLY, I spotted a REALLY cute pup. THIS was it! The ONE.
I picked it up, and sure enough, GIRL. Same girl. Same paws dabbed in white. Same pretty face.
This time, I didn’t set her down. I knew.
I picked that girl out of twelve puppies – three times in a row – she was meant for me.
And now, my baby puppy, is ten years old, and the longest live-in roommate I have ever had. We have many memories and journeys together.
She is my best fur-friend – loyal, comforting, and always thankful. Many times, hugging her big fur-neck made everything right in my upside-down world.
So we celebrate, because, I know………I don’t have many years left.
And I will miss her dearly.
My sweet girl, you deserve a party to remember (if you can).
Let’s get it started. Everyone knows a birthday just isn’t a birthday unless you sing, loud, and proud to the Birthday girl.
Then, you eat cake!
And of course, you invite the very best party guests. My youngest step-daughter, and newest adoptee Fred.
My oldest step-daughter with the baby of the fur family – Miss Brownie (who kinda turned grayie).
The oldest daughter with the middle dog – Anna.
We take celebrating serious in this house.
Put on your best party duds, and get wild. Right, Fred?
Maybe, the party is a little too much for her (she is 70 in dog years!). Luckily, we got the cake-eating covered.
And don’t worry, Salem got a tasty, beefy raw-hide bone for her birthday.
I think she liked it.
Happy Birthday Pup!