Yesterday my pretty little dog daughter turned two years old. Or 14, if you practice dog years. We bought her a glittery little birthday hat, but that of course didn't work out. After two years minus eight weeks with this 30-pound lunatic, I will admit it: I'm all in. I am a crazy dog lady, and that's that.
Daniel had some really profound thoughts on Penny's role in our lives while we were walking her last night:
"You know, dogs can't poop their pants because they don't have pants." No. Way.
We really do love our dog. That's right--I will now refer to her as OUR dog, and she will officially become a Rock with me next month. Even though I forced Daniel into taking on the responsibilities of puppy parenting by adopting a dog on my own, he's grown to adore her as much as I do. It helps that she's so stinkin' cute!
Here are a couple of photos of Penny when I first got her and a couple of recents. We even brought her along for our engagement session, and I'm so glad we did!
Happy birthday, puppy girl!
P.S. I 100% recommend adopting if you're looking for a pet. When I started looking for a puppy, I was set on a Westie. Luckily I found my way to several adopt-a-pet websites and Penny's photo hooked me, even though the shelter wasn't sure what she was. She was the runt of the litter and the most plain-looking--the shelter didn't think she'd get snatched up. I don't like thinking about all the other plain-looking runts out there who don't ever get picked. I love my little plain-looking runt!
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