Worried that I might drag out the
pink tutu for the occasion.
Four years ago on April 9, a Nervous Nellie, slip of a girl dog was delivered to my doorstep. She spent the next year in a state of anxiety, until she finally realized that she was home. She is silly, sweet, gentle and loving. I adore her. They had steak last night to celebrate (a day late as her absent-minded mother forgot to take it out to thaw. Pfft.) Here's to many, many more years together.