Callie's birthday

Today is Callie's ninth birthday. So, in dog years, she's older than me now. I'm amazed that it's been nine years already. Wasn't she just a puppy? Just two days ago someone we met on our walk asked how old she was. He was surprised to hear me say nine. She doesn't look it, he said.

Callie lounging on the living room carpet. I wish I had thought to turn her tag around so her name showed.

Her hair is a little long now and it's a mess from walking out in the rain and mud. She gets showered down and towel-dried every day to remove the sand and mud from her legs and belly, but I'm not good at keeping her fur untangled. We have an appointment at the groomers on March 1. It can't come soon enough for me. She'll get a good shampoo all over and the long hair on her legs and feet will be trimmed down. I'm looking forward to drier days.

At one point, she noticed the birds feeding out on the deck.

I don't have anything special planned for her birthday. Maybe I'll make her a scrambled egg; she likes those. She'll be happy with her two daily walks, treats, and snoozes.