We Have A Teenager

Some doggie turned 13 in February and some little person insisted we MUST have a birthday party for her. So we made dog friendly cupcakes and homemade dog treats. We made party hats and we put up our birthday banner and pictures of the honorary person... or dog.

It was actually quite fun. I am glad B was so insisted. We had a fun time getting it all together.

Happy 13th Syd! You will never read this one day, but I hope we convey how much we love you around here. You are my children's greatest protector, my constant companion, and the greatest monster/ghost/whatever-B-comes-up-with EATER alive.

My Ol' Girl

B's new thing is to take my phone and take a gazillion pictures. Now my phone screams at me daily that it's running out of storage space, so I have to go through my phone and delete photos of the dog's noses and paws, and pictures of plants and flowers, and let's not forget furniture. 

However, in this new found past time she did capture this one:

And I kind of love it. 

This was after Sydney had minor surgery. 

She has an incision on each side and one on her stomach. 

During a teeth cleaning we asked the vet to remove some fatty lumps she developed from age.

One was cancerous. I am glad we asked.

I may have taken it harder than I should have. 

I cried.

 Like just had to say good-bye to my mom after I had a baby cried. 

The cancer was removed, I am relieved.

But it was just a gut wrenching reminder to me that she is old.

 Her body is old. 

My very first dog.

My constant companion, my loyal friend, and my family's protector. 

I pat her a little more now. I hug her a little bit longer. I tell I love her all the time.

 I don't know if she understands, but after 12 years she must know, right?