I'm well aware that many of my readers come here for reasons other than my questionable wit, non-existent charm, and slightly impressive facial expressions. Some of you come here for the other bitch.
"My Daisy brings all the boys to my blog, and they're like... you have a cute dog."
(Sorry, had to.)
Today is Daisy's BirthAversary.
We rescued her two years ago today, and I've decided to make it her birthday as well.
No, I don't have the power to "create" birthdays randomly for people (unless of course I birth 'em), but it seems that crackheads neither have the ability to count, nor the thought to write something down on a handy-dandy invention called a "calendar".
If you're confused by that, read this old post. It explains how we got her, and how sad her situation was. And why you should maybe kinda possibly stay away from crack.
We assume she's around 5 years old now so, for all intents and purposes, this has become her 5th birthday as well as her 2nd anniversary as my best girl.
To celebrate, I'm taking her to get all prettied up and pampered. Whether she likes it or not.
It's no secret that I'm fairly obsessed with my dog, but I have good reason.
In the two years since we got her, a lot has happened. Mostly difficult and sad. It's well-documented that I've had some pretty low times.
But through it, she has always brought a lot of happiness to me and everyone around. She is honestly the most loveable dog I've ever known, along with Jack. She's my best friend, and my family.
I realize how uncharacteristically sappy I may sound, but I don't care. D is my partner in crime, always.
Happy BirthAversary, girly.
You're the bee's knees.