Fabulous Four!

Photo from the breeder that sucked the Knight in

Happy birthday to you, dearest, darling, wonderful Gretchen Greer!  

I can’t believe it has been four years.   I mean…  I guess it hasn’t been yet, since your gotcha’ day is still 8 weeks away, but…

Today’s the day you came into the world so that a few short weeks later, you could come into our lives and keep us all on our toes.

Fall 2009, age 1

You’re sweet and demure… when you’re not honoring your JRT heritage and bossing us around.

Some say dogs are color and/or shade blind, but you my dear know PANK when you see it.  You love your PANK clothes, your PANK ball, and anything PANK of mine.  In fact, your sense of PANK is so well-defined that you have me and a few other humans using it in our regular conversations, because indeed… it isn’t fuchsia, magenta or even a truly hot pink… it’s PANK…  a nice, strong, bold pink that isn’t strident or too close to coral.

Fall 2010, age 2

Time flies.  You’re now definitely an adult, even in terrier years.

You’ve always been an odd mix of very serious, sometimes timid, brash and sassy, fearlessness.   It’s a part of your charm.

But I’ve also failed to give you credit for how well you weathered the storms that seem to hit Sissy.  When her diet needed to change, you changed with her.  When she rejects a kibble you’re fond of, you change with her.  Above all things, you are devoted to your Sissy, and while you were shaken to the core when she was scared and couldn’t see, and then after her eye surgery when she was just scared and didn’t know what was going on, you followed our lead and tried to stay calm, tried to let Sissy know you loved her, and never left her side… except when a human made you.

Fall 2011, age 3

Of course, Sissy is always tolerant and utterly devoted to you too.   We laugh and call you a brat, tell you your sister isn’t furniture, but Sissy just sighs and goes back to sleep, content to have you THAT CLOSE. 

(This isn’t about Sissy, but NEVER has there been a more benevolent alpha… ever.)

Here’s to MANY more years with you, wee one.   We’ll have banana doggy cupcakes with red-hots on top tonight.  (Because yes, the girl loves bananas and really spicy foods!)

Summer 2012, not quite age 4

You are indeed the PANK Princess of the Woods, and you have us all wrapped around your little paw.  Happiest of birthdays, Gg!

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