Sixty-something woman shares ruminations as she plys the latter third of her life with the caveat that age entitles her to be absolutely outrageous whenever possible.
"We Three"
Thursday, September 03, 2009
Best boy in the world!
Happy Birthday, Boo! Okay, kind of nutso, remembering my dog's birthdays (Pickle's is April 12, remember, Easter Sunday this year), but what else do I have to do, being retired as I am? Well, actually, I have homework in watercolor class, and my decorations to make for the party later this month. And the house needs a good sweeping out, and the yard is gasping for water, and Safeway beckons and... Oh, hell, I think I'll buy Boo a cake. And eat it myself. Hey, I always give him a little bite! And he's 11 years old today, a venerable age, for sure. Never mind the gray on his muzzle. He's spry and pain-free, and capable of hustling when he needs to. My guy, Boo.
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