Yesterday was my Tilly’s 12th birthday. I still clearly remember bringing her home as a puppy. She was my first dog and she was a feisty thing even then. On the car trip on the way home she wanted to see everything that was going on, and wasn’t content in the carry case.
As she grew, she was a challenge. She never really learnt how to greet other dogs properly and would often overwhelm them with her exuberance. Puppy preschool was particularly trying.
Now that she’s older, she’s a little slower and she finds the most awkward places to sleep. These days you can usually find her snoring next to me as I write, though there are times when I need good airflow through the room!
No matter what, I love her. Happy Birthday Tilly!
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