Friday, February 17, 2012

happy birthday

Fluffernutter. 13 years old. Not sure today is really the day, but it's the day we celebrate. I remember that 2 day-old puppy I held in my hand. I remember the farm where you were born, up there in the woods near the mountain. There were dogs, cats, cattle, and horses. A baby too. Rough people, rugged; life was hard.

Now your life is quiet and slow. You sleep a lot.

But tomorrow's a new day and we'll go exploring.

1 comment:

  1. Ah, good old Fluff. Doesn't look a day over 8. Hope she finds a monster bone on her big day.
    My gawd, does that sound filthy. Didn't mean to.