Today is Dinah’s 9th birthday.
My has time gone by.
As with all of us who move through the continuum, she is aging.
Her girth is wider.
She must eat at very specific times or she pesters.
Some of her teeth are missing (from chewing rocks).
She now ignores all wildlife that populate our acreage.
But, for a 63-year-old, she is remarkably youthful. I’d like to think we have this in common.
She has boundless enthusiasm and smiles whenever possible.
She is continent.
Her coat is soft and full, thanks to the Omega-3’s and fatty acids in her food.
Exercise is still her thing.
She barks at strangers on the road.
She adores treats.
She helps older people (than she) when possible.
She copes with other members of the family, even when they annoy her.
She detests technology and thinks it is ruining culture.
For Dinah’s 9th birthday, she is going to take me for a walk up the road now.
Happy Birthday, Dinah!