My little chocolate bonbon is "this many" (holds up two claws) this week.
We don't know the exact date of her birth, but she arrived at the Humane Society as a newborn on the 19th of August.
Doesn't matter. We celebrate Birthday Month around here. We just bought a cache of dog toys to dribble out to her, over time. She is already cuckoo-wahwah for the monkey with the braided body (good for chewing) and its big fluffy head with a squeaker inside (good for chewing). She loves it so much, she nearly "kissed" its face wide open.
I haven't written about Bartlett for a while, but that's mainly because there's no news. This is a good dog! She seems to adore Cranky and me equally, even though he's the one who always feeds her and picks up those special treasures she drops on the lawn. (They must be special, because he gathers them up with a napkin, slides them into a pretty blue plastic bag, and carries them off to the garage, where... Who knows? Special.)
Bartlett has learned lots of words. We don't try to teach them, necessarily, but she picks them up. Hoo, boy, don't say "outside" unless you are definitely opening that door.
She has calmed down considerably around dogs (she loves them, but just a little too much). The back yard is surrounded on all three sides by families with dogs, and Bartlett no longer does the shameful and embarrassing Wiggle Dance With Whimpering up against the fence.
She has learned the value of a good nap.
And, funny that this behavior came with her maturing a bit, but she is now a nuzzle puppy. Face kissing, ear skritching, neck rubbing... All good, now, all allowed.
We wish you many more happy birthdays, Ms. B.