Why, you ask, am I being so generous? Well, because one year ago today
Yes, it's true, Abby is a year old. Which, if you read some books about dogs, means she's an adult.
Seriously. Look at this face. Does this look like an adult to you?
I mean, really. An adult?
I don't think so.
Sure, she kind of looks more like a dog than she used to...
Here she is now:
And yeah, she is more of a real dog than she was here:
But seriously. She's a goofball.
And a bit of a
She might, just possibly, be a wee bit bigger than I am. Just a wee bit. But I can still take her!
Even if she's getting a little tougher to take down...
But she can put up a good fight with the frisbee.
And even though she's "big-boned" she's good for a few zoomies...
So, I guess we should keep her.
After all, she does have such pretty teeth.
Okay, all kidding aside...
Happy birthday, Abby! And I love you like a sister (oh yeah, you ARE my sister), even if you are still going to be a puppy-brain when you're 15. Because I'm not buying this whole thing about you being an "adult". I mean, you wouldn't even wear the party hat for long enough to get a photo.... No matter how old you get, you'll always be my little sister!
-Fiona and Abby the (adult?!?) Hippobottomus
PeeEss: Yes, that is still the same frisbee, although Mom says she occasionally hears little tearing noises.