My little black boy dog is growing up. General Melchior Mooskies (pronounced MOO-skees) turns seven years old today. In human years. *sniff* It seems like just yesterday he was going off to kindergarten. (Well, okay---he never went to school, but you know what I mean.)
He was such a teeny tiny puppy. His head was so much bigger than his body, that when he tried to drink water out of his bowl, he would tip over into a handstand.
His favorite thing is to go for walks in the woods. I haven't been able to take him for several months now. So, my very sweet husband offered to take him for a 'birthday romp'. I really appreciate that because my husband HATES walks.
Happy Birthday, Mooskies-I love you, my little friend!