Happy Birthday, Pretty Girl!

Today is Storm's 9th birthday. She's had an average day. Got up. Slept a lot. Went to the park with Daddy. Got extra turkey in her dinner and extra cookies (Milkbones) for her dessert.

 She's been hyper in spurts for the past few days, though. She really wanted to go for a ride with me Friday and wasn't happy when I didn't come home until Monday. She was pretty excited when I got back, but wasn't sure why I had to leave again this morning.

But then, she doesn't get the whole "go to work" thing. After all, our lives should be totally fulfilled just spending the day with her, right? Lazing the days away, playing with her toys, enjoying life.

Who could ask for anything more? *sigh* It's a dog's life, after all.

Happy Birthday, Pretty Girl!

 

Branching Out

I've been thinking about it for quite awhile now, so I've decided it's time to get on with it and just do it. It's time Storm gets her own blog. After all, she's not a musician and sometimes, although she's brilliant, she doesn't always have a lot of common sense.

 
For instance, this week has been incredibly cold, but Storm is a snow dog. The whining is anywhere from hysterical to annoying and we continually have to tell her it's too cold for her to stay out long. She invariably comes in limping from achy muscles, joints, or footpads, but after a bit of a warm up she's begging to go back out again. There's no point in telling her it's too cold or she's too old. She sees the snow and she MUST go out! And if you do tell her it's too cold or she's too old, you'll get the same response:

a sad look from beautiful brown eyes and a heavy sigh.