Today you turned 3. In dog years, that’s about 21 – old enough to drink legally, and gamble. I don’t know how you feel about the gambling, but Dad and I spent a good 20 minutes this morning cleaning up a trail of your vomit, so I’m seriously wondering about the drinking. It’s more likely that you ate some human food (you have a very sensitive stomach) that a certain 2 year-old girl dropped, or slipped to you under the table – but I’m keeping an eye on our gin levels, just in case.
It seems as though every year the changes in your life get bigger. This one was filled with a move across country, another dog-show-touring-stint (which resulted in your AKC Championship), and even becoming a father to 9 adorable puppies. Considering your stomach’s reaction to even the slightest change in diet, you’d think these events would have some effect, but they haven’t. You’ve never seemed to mind change in your environment, and that’s something we love about you. We’re hoping that your attitude will be just as easy going when the new baby arrives, in March. You desperately want to be curled up on someone’s lap, at all times, and now you will have one more person to compete with. But I don’t worry too much – you love Ella and are so patient with her insistent desire to “doggy-pile” you – hopefully you’ll see this new baby as another potential playmate.
Because of your AKC status, and the fact that we probably will not show you again, we’ve stopped worrying about keeping you in a proper cut. Although, to be truly honest, it’s mostly because I haven’t found a groomer out here who knows how to do it correctly. Unfortunately, this has resulted in a month or two (right after the cut) where you look a little effeminate, with your dainty paws and poofy head. Fortunately though, it’s resulted in us finally being able to see those big, beautiful, brown eyes, staring up at us, begging…pleeeading…craving some attention. I’m sure that we don’t give in to extensive belly rubs nearly as often as you like, so for today as my present to you, I’m pledging lots of scratching, rubbing, and cuddles.
Happy Birthday bud, we love you.