Somebody had a birthday today.
Rumor has it that she’s 14 years old. That’s about 72 in human years.
It’s hard to be 14, but it’s even harder to be 14 and little. With a big (as in large) sister who wants to play with you. All the dang time. And you’ve never wanted to play with another dog in your whole life.
When you’re 14 and little, the world is a big, big place. EEP!
When you’re 14 and little, you don’t wanna traipse around the stupid lake in the cold. You just wanna go home and snuggle up with a warm blanket. Or a furry sister.
When you’re 14 and little, you expect to be treated with dignity and respect, not photographed with your ears flapping in the wind.
When you’re 14 and little, you certainly don’t expect to go outside into the snow – especially without a coat!
When you’re 14 and little and sleep with your mommy because you cry and cry and cry if you have to sleep by yourself, you might have forgotten that “puppy in the window.”
But she hasn’t forgotten you!
Happy birthday, Phoebster! May the next year of your life be filled with puppy-in-the-window adventures!