Waking up to my littles singing a raucous Happy Birthday to my dog, we know it’s going to be a good day.
We’ve celebrated Pinot’s birthday every year since she joined us.
The traditional walk
On her birthday, Pinot leads the walk. She gets a full hour to sniff whatever she wants for as long as she wants to. If she wants to go left, she goes left, and I follow. This year Nora Lea requested some photos from our walk so she could share in the fun.
The traditional meal
We eat some sort of red meat for dinner on Pinot’s birthday. Pot roast, steaks, whatever, Pinot gets the leftovers and I remind myself that we only do this once a year.
The traditional viewing of Pinot pictures
We gather around the laptop to check out all our favorite photos of Pinot and talk about why she’s an important member of the family.
This year the list included:
“She keeps the monsters away.”
“She eats my broccoli.”
Thanks Pinot, for sharing your life and love with us.
We promise to do our best by you.
(Like by donating to the Humane Society in New York in your name.)
A quick little poem for Pinot and me.
Life the hound
Comes at a bound
Either to rend me
Or to befriend me.
I cannot tell
The hound’s intent
Till he has sprung
At my bare hand
With teeth or tongue.
Meanwhile I stand
And wait the event.
Robert Francis (1901-1987)