March 25, 2009
Happy Birthday, Daisy May!
I can't believe you're seven and still afraid of the camera.
Goofy dog.
I can tell that she's starting to feel her age because now, when I say "Treat!" or "Out!" instead of running through the kitchen, sliding on her toenails, bouncing off the fridge and careening into the kitchen chairs, she gingerly tiptoes around the corner until she gets to the rug in the mudroom.
Maybe if I actually clipped her toenails, that might help.
P.S. There will be no talk of death at Daisy's birthday celebration, which will consist of kibble, some peanut butter yogurt treats, and maybe a butt-scratch. Mainly because I already know that she's being cremated, and I get all her stuff.
Comments
Happy Birthday Sweet Daisy Duke! Isn't she just entering maturity?? How old do goldens get? SB
Posted by: Snippy Bitch at March 25, 2009 02:26 PM