Monday was Rally’s 14th birthday. I didn’t remember until late last night. Between post-road trip burn out and dealing with an ailing Nate it completely slipped my mind.
Not that she cares or even knows.
So today we picked up a double quarter pounder with cheese (hold the onions please) for a birthday cake. Add a few baby carrots for candles and we were good to go.
The kids and I clustered around here and did a particularly tuneless rendition of “Happy Birthday” to the old girl. All three dogs inhaled the cake/burger in record time.
She has aged a great deal since last year. She has a hard time moving about and sometimes she gets stuck. But she still hates crows with a passion.
Just the other day she spied one as I was carrying her down the deck stairs. She lifted her head, her ears perked up and she started to bark. When I placed her down she tried to charge forward, but her rear end betrayed her and she stumbled and fell. But she was undeterred. She staggered to her feet and gave the crows a proper scolding. It was a bittersweet moment.
Here is a picture from her younger days.
Originally uploaded by Teckelcar. Happy belated birthday old girl.