Reid turns thirteen today. I’ve always been told, “Big dogs don’t live to be that old” but thankfully, she’s proving us all wrong! Besides a few more bumps and lumps and a little more wobble and hobble, she’s still chugging along like she’s a young, spry whippersnapper. Plus, she’s come leaps and bounds in her old age: walking on those scary wood and tile floors that she’s avoided the past 12 years!
On the birthday girl’s agenda:
Posing for birthday pictures with her pesky brother and Kona the cat.
Enjoying homemade smoked bison sausage and cheddar cheese cookies.
Shoveling the driveway with Mama, while a very upset Pongo watches from inside because he can’t be trusted to stick around.
Playing some frisbee out in the freshly fallen snow.
And…putting up with her goofball of a brother.