Everyone seems to want to remind me these days that Dixie’s no longer the wee one she used to be.
Last week, I took her to puppy play group to learn she *really* should have bern there an hour later for the small dog play group. Now that she’s over the one year threshold, she’s being forced in with the big girls.
Yesterday I needed to get her more food and for the first time, it wasn’t the puppy one I got. Awwww. I will say she loves it – in large part, I’m sure, due to the novelty of it being new. This morning she inhaled the entire bowl’s worth.
I guess at least we made it past the year mark without her deciding to make the legs of my coffee table her snack. I’m grateful for that, for sure. Now if only the barking would become less frequent…