It is Misty’s birthday this month and she is getting quite excited. Or so I convince myself. It’s strange how we anthropomorphise our canine friends.
Friends who were visiting this past week were asking how many dogs I had shared my life with. It is in fact eight. Even more interesting is that I have only been eight years in total without a doggy companion.
And they have all been special.
Misty looks as if she is trying to stare you down! Birthday- huh… I refuse to get any older, take me for a walk instead.
She did get her walk – and she still acts like a puppy!
Toys all over the floor.