Yesterday Tsunami turned 21 dog years old. We tried to order some beer for her but the closest place we could find it would cost about $40 for shipping, which was nearly double what the beer actually cost. Instead I just made her usual peanut butter carrot treats (which Tsunami then stole out of the muffin tin while they were cooling!) to take to the dog park. Unfortunately, this year we didn’t get to sing to her because some of the dogs were getting a little too close to her (if you know what I mean) and this girl likes her privates to be kept private so there were a few fights. Basically, if it hadn’t been her birthday Tsunami would have spent her evening on her bed in time out.
I remember when we got her and I spent the first two weeks crying because puppies are fucking hard. In some ways harder than babies. They bite. They pee and poop everywhere. They have so much energy and when you’re sick you don’t get a sick day because they still want to play. At one point Wes told me that if he came home and found me crying one more day he’d send her back. And I secretly hoped that he would! But she got better and more fun and we could start taking her outside.
She is still a crazy dog, but she’s less crazy. I can take naps during the day and (mostly) not worry about her. We spoil her, I know we do, but I can’t help. She was our first baby and she made it a little easier to deal with a real baby. Whenever I get frustrated with Stella I just look at Tsunami and remind myself that time really does fly and things will get easier. Or at least more fun.
In case you were wondering: here is Tsunami through the years.