With 18 of her closest friends, BeBop (seen here reading one of her cards) celebrated her eleventh birthday yesterday. She received many thoughtful gifts, including a new eco-friendly (and green) collar, treats and chews and toys, and no doubt best of all, cheese. Somehow in the happy buzz of events, we didn't sing a chorus of Happy Birthday, but that's probably because the lead singer -- who's 20 months old -- was taking her nap.
A word about the cheese: Bop has a working vocabulary of 20 or 30 words. Some are obvious; "treat," "out," "walk," "ride," and some not so much; "ball" (this has faded with advancing age),
"sit," "stay." And some she knows but chooses to ignore, most notably "come." But when she
has wandered off the lot and gone visiting down the street, ignoring "come," the promise of "cheese" always brings her running. So maybe this was a gift to us, her innkeepers.
Hard to say who had the better time: BeBop or her owners, the granddaughters. But I'll throw my hat in that ring -- I had a grand time. A gathering of family and friends, good food, good times. The Way Life Should Be.
6 comments:
it's amazing that so much love can be directed to one little dog.
A small dog, with a very large heart.
And a note: the photos are courtesy of our seven-year-old photographer.
Hey,
Bless those who gather us close together, and bless those who share the feast of being together.
Aunt D
oh, little Be-Bop: what a big crowd you drew! to celebrate you, each other, a lovely Sunday spring day. Thank you for letting us come to your home, eat your food, sit on your sofas and talk with each other.
We sang Happy Birthday a few times on the way home. If you couldn't hear us, I'm sure your 20-month old owner will sing to you on Wednesday!
WOOF WOOF
peace
Carly
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