H.B-DAY 2 POLLY

Today was Polly’s third birthday. My Polly Wog. My Baby Girl. My Ying-Yang.

Each Dog Year is supposedly the Human equivilant of seven years, so she has turned Twenty-one. Of course girls mature faster than boys and I think she acts at least four. Popular acclaim includes “so well behaved”, adorable, mellow, stoned, glamorous, snooty and “the prettiest beagle I’ve ever seen”. I can relate.

This morning when we went for breakfast, they brought out a plate of bacon with a candle in it. Everyone sang Happy Birthday to Polly while she tried her hardest to mentally suck the food towards her. Despite being overwhelmed by emotion, she made quick history of the remains. I got to blow out the candle and I/she/we wished every morning was like this one. Which, of course, it is. Me and my Polly.

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