Today I’m EIGHT years of age.
In the Chinese culture, EIGHT is considered a lucky number because it sounds very similar to the word for “prosperity” or to generate wealth.
Wonder if this could be a double whammy as it is also the year of the Golden Pig.
Today we’re headed out to Maidenhead for a birthday celebration with friends. So in order to look presentable at this rather swish place, I had a birthday groom yesterday at Love My Human.
We were in the store and Mum was having a good chat with Jenny when – would you believe it – George stole a duck neck treat from a package that was at floor level!!!!!!!!!
How embarrassing that Mum has such an ill-behaved dog! It really was George! But since he managed to open a package, I was given one too! Way to go George! The treats were obviously delicious as we sat and gnawed at them – without a care in the world!
When we were done with all that chewing, leaving hardly any scraps on the floor, we headed downstairs for my groom.
Patsy took me away for my birthday groom …
After we were all done, we walked home as the sun was just setting …
and then we caught sight of the first cherry blossoms.
But this glorious weather in February is causing confusion for everyone. Mum keeps wondering what to wear …
This is my first pressie – the bag of Cotswold Raw treats of duck neck that George stole!!! And some heart shaped Furry Chef biscuits. Love My Human – they know me so well!
Mum told everyone – no pressies because we have been decluttering and besides I have only one toy that I play with – my Teddy. But everyone knows I love treats. And Mum, there’s no need to store them – I can clean them up pretty effortlessly! And at great speed.
May’s comment: Hard to believe that eight years ago, a whole litter of puppies came into the world – somewhere in Wales. They named one of the girls Lulu.
About five weeks later, I met that little pup and her brothers online.
Fate it was that I went on the internet that day in early April, five weeks after she was born – because someone gave me the name of the breeder she recommended. There were three left in the litter.
Lulu was not my first choice because I wanted a “Mr. Darcy” in my life. But I was talked into picking the girl. So that’s how I have a Miss Darcy.
But there’s also always a tinge of sadness on this day, as we also remember Milo, her brother who passed away two years ago. Thinking of you Milo at Rainbow Bridge, and especially your family here on earth – BIG hugs. We’ll see each other again some day. xxx