Happy Birthday to me !

Today is my 12th birthday !    

Life for me started  as a fat bellied pup at the Peterborough Humane Society pound where I got adopted by mom.  I was one of the two remaining pups from a large litter of dogs that were alleged to be Lab / Shepard crosses;  something I dispute to this day.  Because they'd been inundated with pups the pound had taken out  ads in the local paper to find them all homes.    Because mom thought I was going to grow into very big dog she wanted to give me a gentle non-threatening name and that's how I got named Wendy.

Here I am with my pesky "sister", Sooki back when she was just a baby.

And here we are now.   I should never have let her think it was OK to lie on top of me.

I love stuffed toys !   I love seeing how quickly I can get to their soft centre and rip it out !

 

I'm told my face used to be all black and now I it's got lots of white fur but  I'm not sure why it matters.

I love to go camping but we don't do it enough.

I love balls !   I'm crazy about balls.  Sometimes when we go places and mom didn't bring a ball I find one; even if it's only half a ball.

I love to swim.  One time mom decided we were going to go over to Lawlor's Island and that I was going to swim the whole way.  She got me a life jacket.  Then she climbed into her kayak and set off.  I swam beside her for a bit but then I got scared.  I didn't want to swim all that way.  I tried to climb into the kayak.   Mom ended up having to give me a ride on the front of the kayak.

One time mom took me to the Pride parade and let me sit by myself.

I love exploring the woods,

and rolling; I really love rolling.

Sometimes I like to just sit and watch the kite surfers go by.

Other times I am so happy I can hardly contain myself.

All in all life is pretty good.

Can't wait to see what the next 12 years brings.