It's hard to believe that Lizzie is officially no longer a pup. She turned a year old about a week ago, so no more excuses are allowed...for ransacking the bathroom wastepaper basket...for peeing on the carpet...for shredding every blanket I put in her kennel...for sticking her nose and tongue where they ought not be. Why do I have a feeling she won't heed the one-year rule?
Then there's SheDog, the ancient Aussie gal who will be fourteen in just a couple of months. Sigh. I remember when I could hold her in the crook of my arm like a baby. I took this picture of the two of them last fall. Such furry little menschs. I love them.
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