Today is Dora’s tenth birthday, which means she is 70 in dog years!!! She is one spry septuagenarian. We haven’t ever celebrated her birthday in grand style before and because Dora has had to deal with less attention than anyone would like to admit since M & R came onto the scene, I thought we’d make this a big celebration for Dora. My hope is that now Dora will start to see the happy returns of her investment. Or she’ll just be more annoyed than ever, I’m not sure. She’s a nervous dog and kids are too unpredictable for her — she can get a little nippy at times. Still, she’s brave, loyal, and loving. And entertaining. And smart. And cute!
Fun facts about Dora: She thinks she’s a person and often seems offended when reminded she is a dog; she is a good swimmer but she hates to swim and will only do it if danger lurks behind her; she survived in the Montana wilderness for 12 days and returned tougher and with a taste for dandelions and flies; she does all sorts of bad stuff if we leave any food out or any trash accessible, we should put her on dog-shaming.com.
Fun fact about me: I can’t help but talk to her in that super weird baby talk that is two octaves above my regular voice. Thank you, family and friends for putting up with it. I know it’s obscene.
Dora taste tested lots of treats yesterday to make sure they were good enough for her birthday day. I taste tested them too… and so did M & R and we all agree they’re kind of good. Don’t freak out, they were pumpkin, peanut butter, eggs and flour. Yum!
I adopted Dora when I was living in Montana and we did lots and lots of driving and a little flying together. She is an amazing traveller: she can go for hours without stopping and then will pee on command on the one blade of grass I point her toward when we’re in a city.
Here she is traveling through Las Vegas in July. My a/c was on the fritz. Oy.
(Note that the two next photos were taken on different days but I am wearing the same pajamas in both. And I’m in the same place on the couch. It was like I was doing a weird Groundhog Day exercise BUT IT WAS MY LIFE.)
At least I got up off the couch long enough for my brother to get some much-needed z’s.
So today we’ll take Dora out hiking and love on her all day. I *might* even make her a birthday hat. Poor dog.
Happy Birthday little Dora May!