Happy birthday, Alfie
Happy Birthday, Alfie. Today is a very special day. Alfie has become a teenager. I don’t mean that eighteen month old phase with dogs, where we go through all the hormonal changes that humans save for later. I mean the full blown, thirteen years old even in human terms! That is quite an achievement and in dog terms means he is now the equivalent of 91. Surprisingly, that still doesn’t make him the oldest in the family. Grandpa has another birthday this week and he’ll be 93. I think Grandpa is rather fitter than Alfie too, which is quite impressive.
For his birthday, as you’ll have gathered, Alfie is taking the day off. He’s given me his diary to do and Aristotle is taking his swimming slot. He says he’s planning a quiet day sitting by the kitchen door waiting to see if anything happens. Of course, it won’t. It doesn’t on any of the other days he sits waiting by the door. It gets opened sometimes but then he has to reluctantly move out of the way. Actually, he doesn’t always do that and sometimes we just step over him.
He’s asked me to send birthday wishes to any of his sisters who might have made it this far. I think he’s going to drop an email to his breeder in Belgium, but he did say to send his love to them.
Mum took Alfie outside yesterday to have his official birthday photo taken. Let’s just say he was not that keen! It took an awful lot of photos to get one that was good enough! He hadn’t really been feeling too good, so didn’t want the bother. I guess we all have those days.
Anyway, to my best buddy and dog that I adore, happy birthday
With all my love from your tiresome puppy, Wilma
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