Our gentle, little Annabelle turned eight years old today. She still looks like the puppy in our pack of three. Her brother and sister, King and Lily, at six years old, look to be much old than she.
In celebration of her Big Day, Annabelle posed wearing her Great, Great Grandma Trudy’s Princess tiara on her head. Although she’s the shy one in the bunch, she takes her role as our household manager very seriously, keeping King and Lily in line when they get into things that are off-limits, a trait she inherited from Trudy.
We planned FaceTime with her cousin Moose, born too on July 14, 2007, who now lives quite a life for himself in San Francisco down by the Bay. His favorite pastime is walks with his parents down to the waterfront to see the seals and his pals at the dog park. I love the above photo of the two young pups at the Thanksgiving Cluster Dog Shows at the Big E in West Springfield, Massachusetts.
In our house, canine family member’s birthdays tend to last all-week-long. Annabelle’s treat this year is steak, small pieces served each day and shared with King and Lily. Special walks (when the heat and humidity aren’t too oppressive) just for her, and playtime with her favorite toy, Chicky, that she’s had since puppyhood. Chicky is kept safely hidden away in a closet so as not to be destroyed by King and Lily who make quick order of taking toys apart.
We hope Annabelle follows in Great, Great Grandma Trudy’s footsteps… living to the ripe old age of sixteen years, two months. HAPPY BIRTHDAY, Annie!