Lassie came to live with us when she was a month shy of her
first birthday. Like most Scotty dogs, she’s feisty, energetic, independent and
in love with the sound of her own voice. She’s mellowed considerably over the years,
but she’s still quite reactive around strange dogs. Even if the dog’s an old
friend, he’d better give her a wide berth when treats are concerned. She tries
to keep the yard clear of birds and squirrels, but the birds know she can’t fly
and the squirrels know she’s rubbish at climbing trees. Lassie has cataracts,
so chasing tennis balls isn’t as much fun as it used to be. She still tries to
talk the grandkids into tossing one for her. She knows what time we should wake
up, fix meals, go for a walk or get ready for bed. And she’s ready to remind us
when we’re running late. Today’s her eighth birthday. Happy birthday, Lassie!
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