March 28. Today’s a special day. It’s my human’s mother’s birthday!!! And since we KNOW I’m her favorite grand-dog,
I want to wish her special birthday greetings.
She is over 600 years old in canine years. 602 to be exact. THAT’S incredible. And what’s even MORE incredible is the fact
that she LOVES her computer. And
Facebook. AND she reads my blog every
day. How cool it THAT?!! She's pretty saavy for someone over 600!!!
It’s funny – but when my human was a kid,
her mother wasn’t REALLY crazy about dogs.
I mean she liked them – but didn’t really want one - I think she KNEW who would be the one looking after a dog!!! My human brought a stray dog home, and
befriended every dog in the neighborhood – and BEGGED for a dog starting at 5
years old in her letter to Santa. My
human’s father liked dogs very much and wanted one for years too – but it
wasn’t until my human was in high school that her mother gave in – and they got an
Irish Setter - Mickey. He was
crazy. Crazier than me. And that’s saying a LOT. He LOVED to hunt. My human’s father didn’t hunt – but neighbors
would borrow Mickey for hunting. He
didn’t have any formal hunting training – he just KNEW what to do. My human did take Mickey to basic obedience
lessons and they even competed at the County Fair. They didn’t win any huge trophies, and in
fact while waiting to compete, he peed on my human’s father’s leg. He was quite the dog.
Anyway, after Mickey there was a Golden
Retriever named Midas. My human wasn’t
living at home any more – but she convinced her mother that her father NEEDED
another dog after Mickey went to the Rainbow Bridge. And her mother quickly agreed. Midas lived to a ripe
old age of 13 or maybe 14…
Anyway, over the years, my human’s mother
has come to love, or at least tolerate, all of my human’s dogs – and there have
been quite a few. And her mother has
even been a dog sitter on numerous occasions.
When she comes to visit us, she shares her empty yoghurt container with
us – AND she shares her banana each morning.
She has also learned how to NOT get her fingers chewed off by Frodo when
giving out treats. AND she knows how to
make us sit and stay when giving out treats.
We think she’s pretty cool – and we’re so
happy that she doesn’t live far away.
And we love when she comes to stay with us – even though we know that we
sometimes drive her crazy. Like when I remove all the toys from the toy box –
AFTER she has put them away.
So a BIG HAPPY BIRTHDAY to our favorite
octogenarian! Oh – and we’ll be quite happy to share your
birthday cake with you…we hope it’s liver flavored…
© Linda
Wozniak
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