I have no shame in the fact that this entire blog is going to be about Rowena’s FIFTH birthday. FIVE YEARS OLD! I remember picking her up in August of 2011 when she was 3 months old, with the cute puppy belly and tiny puppy teeth. She was adorable and sat patiently in the car…she was terrified of walking on the sidewalk, and still prefers to walk on the grass, she would eat so fast she’d throw up and I still water her food down. Her 35 -pound baby frame has grown into a 52-poundd block of muscle with tiny chicken legs and an eensie little head. Those piranha teeth that claimed the lives of so many tubes of chapstick, glasses, remotes, furniture and clothes are now unnaturally large for her mouth and make the most annoying sound when she yawns because they gnash together. The raven-colored that inspired her name has muddied to a dark, dark brown with age..and I hope it’s many many years before I see it turn gray.
For the past 5 years I have lost sleep, energy, money and time taking her for two walks a day- forgoing dinners, parties, and trips to make sure she was well taken care of. I’m not sad nor do I regret doing any of those things. She’s my sidekick and I look forward to the next 5 years when she’ll hopefully see me married (and probably come on the honeymoon if we’re being real), welcome my first and hopefully even my second born.
I’m not the best pet owner and she’s not the best pet- but we match perfectly together and I’m grateful for her. She’s helped me through many struggles and still looks at me with that goofy face of pure adoration (unless she just ate cat poop). She’s perfect in the way her little nose goes slightly to the left, with her cute underbite and gorilla-like eyes. I couldn’t have asked for a better first dog..not many would have been down to play and cuddle with my rabbit, cats and horse over the years without even thinking twice ( not to mention putting up with me!).
So Happy Birthday to my Ro!
..Is man’s greatest treasure