I guess she is technically considered a senior dog now, which is difficult for me to accept. I want her to stay forever young, vibrant, sassy.
For her, age has brought about patience, and wisdom for lack of a better word. But she is still silly, funny, and a bitch at times.
There has been quite a bit of spoiling going on today. Unfortunately I had to work, but I stopped by our favorite little boutique, and picked up a bunch of goodies for her (and the boys.)
She chose to forgo dinner in favor of a bully stick, a tripe twist, some pastries, and cheese. A dog only turns 7 once.
I hope that this year treats her well.
Happy birthday, pretty girl.