Sitting here watching my little black pooch snoozing on the chair, I can't believe we are now in a place of calm.
Today is Inca's birthday and she is two. No longer a puppy, or so they say!
What a journey it's been.
We've had the bitiest pup in the world, eating everything, snappy arguing, digging the furniture, zoomies, jumping up, chasing the cat, and latterly even being grumpy with other dogs ( we've now realised that is season related mainly with the odd guarding of her ball or just not appreciatingthose dogs with no manners that just come hammering up and jump on top of her- in which case I think she's justified in telling them off).
Yesterday we were in the country park and there was a school trip. 3 children asked if they could stroke the dog. I had no hesitation in saying yes. Then the other 12 arrived.
I had to smile as I watched our little dog wiggling and wagging as all the children touched every part of her, and then she rolled over for a mass belly rub. After this we went home and she sat while our two year old granddaughter brushed her.
I think she's ok. Happy birthday Incaxxx
(Unless you're a pheasant...
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