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Thursday, October 1, 2015

Happy 15th birthday, Lady!

LADY FROM ABOUT 2013...
Since we got our Lady on Oct. 1, 2002, we count Oct. 1 her birthday. She's been with us 13 years today, and we figure she's 15 years old.

I told her that today is her unofficial birthday, but it doesn't seem to have sunk in yet. She's having an ordinary day so far; right now, she's lying in her normal spot, on the floor near my left foot.

We had a quiet trip to the dog park this morning. We were alone on the little-dog side, and Lady looked through the fence when dogs came near. There might have been as many as eight dogs at a time on the big-dog side.

When it began drizzling, we came home. She had no trouble getting into the car, and away we went.

 Happy birthday, darlin'!

 P.S.: She did get a special treat on her birthday, a pork chop biscuit from Bojangles.

 Note: If Lady makes it to Oct. 1, 2016, she'll unofficially be 16 years old.

Note: Lady passed on Sept. 17, 2016, two weeks short of her unofficial 16th birthday.

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Friday, September 14, 2012

Good evening, sir

I saw a young black man at the dog park this evening, and I mistook him for someone else.

He had long dreadlocks and wore a baseball cap and long shorts. I didn't know what to expect, but he said "Good evening, sir" when I walked by. He made sure that his two young children stayed close to him.

At least once, a dog knocked down one of his children, but he didn't panic or blame the dog's owner. He realized that people, even adults, get knocked down occasionally at the dog park.

Before he left with friends, family and dogs, he wondered what kind of dog I have. He said that Lady looks like a chow; I told him that Lady's a mutt.

But she's a sweet mutt. (We later did a DNA test; she's one-eighth boxer, one-eighth chow and 75 percent mutt; a mega-mutt.)
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Lady's been pretty quiet lately, but she was unusually frisky today. She'd get down in playful stance. When I'd respond, she'd run circles around me.
For a few minutes, she seemed like a puppy again. If only...


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