Molly's home sick today with scarlet fever, so celebrations of a second birthday were much more muted than typical May fanfare.
But I guess with this pup... every day longer with her has been a celebration of its own. Our Rosie George. She's our something special, for sure.
We have decided that days chasing after Milo and exorbitant attempts at eating his cat food/poop have led to the acquisition of some very key cat qualities.
Like nine lives.
Caught her yesterday illegally on the couch! See... she thinks she is a cat.
I won't go into too much detail about it because it was horribly sad, and we had some really hard discussions on the financial limit of care we could reasonably provide. Oh, to be a millionaire. If this blog is about moments to remember forever, I am okay letting this memory fade. It was just a bad mix of an open garage door, a dangling carrot and a really bad habit. And while it still upsets me that Kelly had to witness it all from 10 feet away... had he not been there, I know it my heart we would not be celebrating our birthday babe today.
For a pup that most likely wouldn't make it through the night, she sure is a rambunctious, happy, healthy, birthday beast now. We are so grateful. For some awesome docs and a great deal of Rosie love that was sent our way. It made all the difference.
Happy Birthday, Rosie George! You are such a light in our lives.