First, happy belated St. Patrick’s Day! If you’re like me and you’re attending a who-cares-about-the-calendar celebration this weekend, have fun, dance a jig or two, and may the luck of the Irish be with you.
Now let’s get on to the bigger news:
Ann, the redbone coonhound that Robin Hood and I brought home the day after we got back from our honeymoon in July, turns ONE this weekend!!
Our puppy is a whole year old.
I remember the night we brought her home. It took her about 15 minutes to poop on the carpet.
Things have since improved. She’s now house-broken, boasting only rare accidents. And I swear, when she does, it is absolutely intentional. The little stinker.
She makes up for it by doing this trick:
She is known and loved at the vet’s office. This is due partially to a few health hiccups that we took care of early on [we took her in for a little “physical” immediately after getting her, something I strongly recommend for all new dog owners], and partially due to the fact that we’ve gone on several out-of-town trips in the last year, and the vet offers convenient and reasonably-priced boarding services.
She has accompanied us on several camping trips and even a couple of hunting trips, and, predictably zany puppy energy aside, has done very well and appears to enjoy herself on such excursions. Probably because there’s so much dirt to roll around in.
She handles car trips like a pro! More precisely, she naps in the backseat. I credit our semi-frequent trips to the vet in those first few months. Those puppy medical bills were a blessing in disguise.
She is very eager to make friends with other dogs, and gets confused when they don’t want to be friends with her. We’re working on her social graces.
She loves exercise, be it walking, running, jumping, fetch, or general horseplay (dogplay?).
She REALLY loves treats (especially peanut butter); sniffing and licking evvvvverything; and a good rub behind the ears.
She does NOT like baths. Or being kept away from any sort of action going on in the house.
Is she perfect? Nope. We have several…colorful…nicknames for her. But we wouldn’t give her up for anything.
I’m sure she has no idea that it’s her birthday. No matter! I’ll take her for a run, and make her a puppy-friendly birthday cake (I’m thinking this one — does anyone have any other scrumptious suggestions?), and she won’t lack for belly rubs.
Happy birthday, beautiful pup! Here’s to many more!