Today is Piper’s birthday. She’s exactly a year old.
When we brought her home back in March she looked like this:
At that time there was a smidge of doubt in my heart, but in hindsight it turned out to be the best decision we ever made. Even thought it was a lot of work. :)
She has become a furry fifth member of our family.
She has us laughing every day.
She loves to get her snoot in the snow, and I love watching her bound across unbroken snow like a jackrabbit. She loves her furry squeaky foxy toy and lives to play tug-of war with anyone who’ll offer. She thinks she’s a lap dog. She comes running when she hears someone pulling the ice-cube tray out of the freezer and if someone drops an empty toilet paper tube. She has inherited a terrible terrier stubborn streak and will do many things; sit, shake a paw, sit-up (a.k.a sit pretty), do a dance (a.k.a stand up on her hind legs), and lie down and roll over but only if there’s a cookie in your hand.
Clearly, she’s smarter than us.
Happy Birthday Piper! We love you very much.
