#70 PUPPY. "SCOOTER'S 5TH BIRTHDAY TODAY

#. 70  PUPPY  August 24, 2024    HAPPY 5th BIRTHDAY TO ME!

SEVENTY! Seventy times now, my mom and I have posted news about my life. We think that might be quite enough.

Blog post #1 appeared on November 15, 2019 when my Mom wrote, “Come Raise a Puppy with Us.”  I was eleven weeks old, weighed seven-plus pounds, and had been home for a week.

Scooter in Arizona bushes

Our family flew to Arizona once when I was very, very young.  

I fit in the ‘under the seat’ soft crate going east, but barely fit in it the next week for the flight back. No stopping my amazing growth.
In the 17th posting, I was in my eighth month, 70% fully grown, and still retained all body parts. These words were used to describe my progress: resort, revert, regress, retrograde, return to the state of never-learned-that-command. You get the idea. I didn’t chose those words.

NOT MUCH TAIL COAT YET

Do you remember my Monkey? Mom used a food tester to aspirate air from the several squeakers inside it. I loved the Monkey’s sounds. Apparently, parents didn’t.

Soon thereafter, some body parts were removed. They did not take away my personality, my gorgeous coat, my proud long nose, my cowardness, or my charm.

I had an upset tummy once when I was about three. But otherwise, I’ve been well. Except once I ate chocolate. Our neighbor, Vet Dr. Randy assured us I would survive. I didn’t even have to vomit.

I didn’t get Covid. My humans didn’t—until last year in Santa Fe. Don’t get me started. Do you see how beautifully my tail filled out?

  I LOVED our boat! We sold it. Sob..

It’s all here on the blog, all 70 postings now. Here, I was two.

And now I am five.

I have two beds. I sometimes mingle them.

I am, as most family members are, a combination of factors. I am strong-willed, cowardly, sometimes obedient, a hater of alarms, a lover of affection, a body of energy, mostly afraid of children, so very, very fun.

Today is my birthday! I see a little box on the kitchen counter. I’m hoping whatever is in it squeaks. I am an expert at expunging squeakers and soft stuffings from indestructible toys.

Happy Birthday, Me! Five years old! Many of you, some of your dogs, none of your cats, have been my friends since I was a baby. Thank you for that! Is there anything more wonderful than friendship?

Happy Birthday, Me!

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