I did have a dog growing up – a daschund named Brandy – but he died when I was about 15, and there were no pets of any kind after him. Well, not until after Marc and got married, and acquired the first of many cats … and guppies … rabbit … guinea pigs … more cats … and of course, latterly, guinea fowl, duck[s] and goats.
But mainly cats.
So it was a huge surprise for many of my nearest and dearest when I was adopted by Bear.
He was born on the property next door
and decided fairly quickly that I was his person.
**Cue puppy nuzzling into the side of my neck**
Brenda: ” You can have him if you like”
Me: “But I don’t need a dog”
Brenda:” But you can have this one …”
Me: “But …”
Well we all know how THAT turned out don’t we?
Today, after a run past the butcher for the obligatory Natal Anniversary Bag O’ Bones, His Beariness was conveyed with full pomp and circumstance [ well actually, it was just the rug on the back seat of the SUV ] over to Emu Creek for a 5th birthday nosh-up with his sister Molly, and various members of the extended pack.
So Happy Birthday little buddy. Can’t imagine life without you any more.