June 2004

My dear old doggie turned 8 years old (56 dog years!) today.  He’s slowed down a bit and he’s definitely calmer now but overall he’s the same puppy that we picked up from a little ranch in Arroyo Grande eight years ago.

This morning I was up early and so was he so we took a long walk and he got to run off-leash.  I haven’t been able to walk him as frequently as I used to with my ever-growing belly this past month and now with the baby to take care of so this was a treat for me too.

It was a gorgeous morning and it was nice a quiet.  I love walking him before 7 am.  It’s like we have the whole city to ourselves.

Happy 8th Birthday, Dog!  Love you!