Panda is thirteen years old, today, which is, I think, "lady of a certain age" in dog years. We probably shouldn't even be talking about it. Panda had her yearly vet appointment this week, where she got a clean bill of health. Darwin worried about her the whole time she was with the doc.
Will she ever come back?
Yesterday, we took her to the ocean because, of course we did. She's definitely slowing down but she doesn't enjoy it any less.
She's the only one who likes wading into the deep end. Some of that may have to do with the fact that Thea sinks in water and Darwin couldn't care less about fetch. His primary role is to body check his sisters. He's a real stinker.
Thea also enjoys riding her invisible bicycle.
Some seals watched us playing
And we watched some anemones do their anemone thing.
My anemone's anemone is my friend
Then we ended our evening with some fish and chips. The pups may have gotten a little bit of that too. The birthday celebration continues today. The pups are blissfully mellow, leaving the old lady to relax. Tonight, we'll cook up a little fresh salmon and sneak a little into their food, and of course, there are plenty of belly rubs and snuggles to go around.
Here's to my sweet old lady. If you have a pet, pass along a birthday scritch to him or her, on Panda's behalf.
