I always find it funny when humans say that time flies. They look up and say things like, “I can’t believe it is August already! Where did the summer go?” Or my favorite is when my grandpa, Bud, comments about how fast time goes the older he gets. It is true the guy is no spring chicken, but he still doesn’t really understand how fast time goes for us dogs.
See, I’m six years old (by birthday is in May). That makes me 42 years old in dog years, which is almost as old as my favorite uncle, Shaun. I don’t mean to brag, but for someone in his early forties, I don’t look so bad–neither does Uncle Shaun, but don’t tell him that, he might get a big head.
The reason I’m so good looking is probably in my genes, I have a nice mixture of beagle and terrier going on in here. But another reason I think is because my mom, Wendi, makes sure I get lots of exercise. We walk at least two times a day and sometimes more if the weather is nice. Where we live, there is plenty of things for me to sniff and investigate. I even have a few holes and culverts that I check out for vermin. (It’s in my blood.)
And sometimes, my pretty mommy takes me other places to walk, like Secrest Arboretum.
I say all this to explain why I think we should be celebrating, it has been three years since I have been adopted by my parents, Bobby and Wendi Warren. Last year Mom shared my story of how I got to be here, so I won’t repeat it. (You can read it here, if you want.) I will sum it up for you, though: they found me at the Wayne County Humane Society, left me there and then came back and got me. Fostered me for four days and then adopted me.
But if you look at it from my perspective, it hasn’t been three years, it’s been 21 years (if I’ve done the math right). That means that I’ve been with Mom and Dad for as long as Mom and Dad have been married! Next year, I’ll be well over that, but for now, we share the same length of time for our anniversary. Theirs is in human, mine in dog years–but you get the drift.
I really must say that it has been a great time being in this home for so long. I sure hope I have many more years here (human and dog). This is my forever home. And really, that is something to celebrate–a little orphan dog, finding a family.