Lita’s Birthday!
June 7th, 2010 by KimberlyMy dog celebrated her 7th birthday yesterday. Well, I am not sure if she really knew it was her “big day” or not, but we celebrated nonetheless. Now, we didn’t celebrate in the sense of throwing a big party or hiring a clown or anything. She would prefer a mailman anyway (and yes, our mail delivery carrier is a man). We whipped up her favorite kitty pancake, gave her some extra belly rubs, and took her for an extra long walk. It’s hard to believe she is seven years old! Where does the time go? I still remember the day I first picked her up from the humane society. She was a rescue and was so excited to just be going… anywhere! She had no idea where she was going or who she was going with–all she knew was she was breaking free… and break free she did! In fact, I couldn’t stop her from breaking free for the first six months. If she was off lead, she was gone. She had no worries and was about as curious as a cat. My mom always use to say, “Any dog that runs away isn’t smart enough to realize how good they have it.” Well, I didn’t give up on her, and every time she took off, I went after. Turns out it was worth it. Finally, by the age of 1 year, she figured out the “come when called” trick.
She hasn’t left my side ever since. At seven years old, she is not nearly as active as she once was, but she still gets as excited as ever when it’s time to play. She is also fully employed. She thinks it is her job to scare the mailman away EVERY DAY. So, around one o’clock in the afternoon, she stands watch and barks her head off when a man in uniform comes along with some paper to drop in our mail slot. She must think she is the employee of the century because every day the mailman comes, she barks, and he leaves. She obviously thinks, “This guy comes every day, I bark and carry on, and he goes away–What I’m doing must be working!” I am not really sure how to cure or break her from this habit, but at this point I am not really sure if I want to. She thinks she is protecting the house and if at anytime an actual intruder were to approach, I know my house would be safe… so I let her do her job.
I am not sure how many more birthdays she will have, but realistically she is on the downslope of the mountain. Her life expectancy is 12-14 years. As with any of us, there is no use in wasting time fretting about our demise, but rather celebrate and give thanks for what we have today. If the next 7 years are as good as the first, I am in for a real treat!
