Honey is the first dog I’ve ever had whose birthday I’ve known. She’s the first dog whose mother and father I’ve both met. She’s the first dog I’ve raised from 8 weeks old.
And although I still get cases of the guilties for bringing home a purebred dog when there are all kinds of wonderful dogs looking for homes in shelters all over the country [sigh], I get so much pleasure from having an easy, fresh from the box, given the best start in life, bred to be healthy, and socialized from day one kinda dog.
I don’t know what I wanted from celebrating Honey’s birthday.
Despite being told by many over the years that I spoil my dogs–making homemade food, taking them to homeopathic vets, administering acupuncture, taking them on vacation with me–I’ve never bought any dogs gifts. I don’t buy them special treats just because. And I’ve never made them wear cute outfits (except for an occasional bandanna).
So I don’t have any cute pictures of Honey wearing a pointy, paper hat. I don’t even have one of her eating the ice cream cake Mike got her to celebrate (talk about spoiling).
But I’m thrilled to have her in my life. I love having known her since she was 3 weeks old. And I’m excited to see all the wonderful things we’ll do together in the future.