It is amazing how fast the years go. How a black dog’s muzzle starts to gray. How her eyes have that haze and can’t find cookies as easily. How she knows that if she gives me her paw that a treat may follow.
She sure has come a long way from that puppy we rescued in April 2010, covered with dry mange and with a collar embedded in her neck. Louise has always been a good girl with the family. I am so happy that she trusts me enough to enjoy her life. The last year or so, I have noticed that she is following me a little closer and has developed thunder anxiety; oh, the things that come with age. She gives me no trouble taking her medicine, she is always up for a walk, even if it is raining. And, she knows just when to come to bother me so that I get up and take a break (which I am sure she learned from Squash E. Bear before he left us).
Louise’s favorite thing is to go get a squeaky toy when she wants my attention and start to make as much noise as possible until she either gets a snack, a walk, or whatever she is wanting at the moment. She sure does have me trained. Her fav one right now is this large Jax like thing, which has sprung a stuffing leak but is still very squeakable (if you know what I mean).
Happy 10th Birthday, Big Girl! You are Mommy’s Special Princess.