My old lady, who only wants to eat cookies and never her dinner. Who will barrel through anything I dare to put in one of her paths. Who doesn’t bark but will grump and dance to get my attention is the big 13!
She’s officially a teenager.
To celebrate, my husband made her some carob, pumpkin, and peanut butter treats.
Last year we tried to make her a carob cake. She ate the first two pieces, then had enough. My old lady can be randomly picky. She will sniff every treat we give her just to be sure almost as if she was a poisoned Emperor in another life.
But she loved these treats so much she tried to barrel me over to get some.
Happy birthday, Es. You’ll still have to go on a walk.
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