My girl’s Birthday

Patsy, the youngest girl in the pack, is six today!

Patsy was born in Tijuana in the dirt under an abandoned car across from my housekeeper’s home. When Celia saw that a mother dog had dug out a hole in the dirt and was giving birth she took the mother and her seven puppies in. Six girls and one boy were born that day six years ago. Only Patsy and her brother were adopted so Celia kept the rest including mom.

Celia still has all five of Patsy’s sisters and her mother passed away about a year ago. Celia still comes to work here once a week so Patsy gets to see grandma and smell all of her sisters weekly.

Patsy moved into our home at eight weeks of age, just six weeks before our fifteen year old chocolate lab, Diva, passed. Patsy would lay with Diva to stay warm and it looked as if Diva had a puppy of her own. With her coloring, Patsy keeps the chocolate in the family. We are blessed to have her.

Happy Birthday to You Happy Birthday dear Patsy Happy Birthday to you!

Happy Birthday to You
Happy Birthday dear Patsy
Happy Birthday to you!

Now make a wish and blow out your candle so you can have your butter cake!

Now make a wish and blow out your candle so you can have your butter cake!

(I think she may have wished for the whole piece, but she had to share.)

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9 thoughts on “My girl’s Birthday

  1. Happy birthday Patsy! Wow, great camera pose she did…

    Every single pet from the time of a child has been a rescue. My Connie – a Russian Blue with epilepsy abandoned and very pregnant – delivered on our doorstep moving day at our loft with Kurt calling me at work, asking for advice trying to save 5 little kittens. We kept Connie and her little runt Bear. She eventually grew out of the epileptic fits. Bear grew to be the most animated animal I’ve ever known, ‘my bear boy’. We lost him to hip dysplasia tragically in 2008. He was the stuff of legends, and my first book has chapters being finalized on his 12 wonderful years as part of our household.

  2. Such a pretty girl! Many happy returns (for yesterday), Dearest. – and don’t ever forget how fortunate you are to be in a home where you’re appreciated and loved, when it might have been so very different.
    May you have a lot more, and stay in the bounciest of health.

  3. Pingback: Patsy’s turn | Fearsome Beard

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