My sister is an 'adult' (yeah....right...)

While my bloggie is often focused on, well, me (it's my bloggie, after all) today I would like to focus on the Hippobottomus ah, my dear little sister.

Why, you ask, am I being so generous? Well, because one year ago today a goofball the likes of which the world has not seen since the untimely demise of John Belushi my dear little sister was unleashed on the world was born.

Yes, it's true, Abby is a year old. Which, if you read some books about dogs, means she's an adult.

Uh-huh.

An adult.

Yeah.

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 lard butt big-boned girl.

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.

Heehee.

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!

*kissey face*
-Fiona and Abby the (adult?!?) Hippobottomus

PeeEss: Yes, that is still the same frisbee, although Mom says she occasionally hears little tearing noises.