Today is April's 12th birthday. It really does seem unreal. So much has happened in those years since we picked her up from Blacksburg as an eight-week-old puppy. She was a really good puppy, too. She slept through the night from the very first, still does, and was house-broken at twelve weeks.
She's a good traveler, having been to Canada a couple times and so many states. She doesn't care for the beach but she doesn't hate it. A good camper, not a beggar-dog at the table.
She still has a couple toys she got as a puppy. Never destructive or messy, always sweet, she will go to her death never realizing she is a big dog. And she loves her kitty, Irene.
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