Just for the record, you are one spunky old lady.
Nine years ago, you entered this world with zest.
Nine years later, you’re still running, jumping, and stealing everyone’s food.
You’re quite well traveled for a dog. (Utah, Arizona, New Mexico, California, Nevada, Colorado, Texas, Oklahoma, Nebraska, Wyoming, Iowa, Missouri, Kansas, Illinois, Ohio, Pennsylvania, New York, Florida, Indiana, The Four Corners, and The Caribbean, just in the last few years.) In fact, if I didn’t know better, I would think you belonged to some spoiled kids that traveled anywhere and everywhere on a whim. (But we know the truth . . . medical school did this to us.)
Everywhere we take you, heads turn and people ask lots of questions. If it weren’t for you and Hannah and Dallin, I wouldn’t have any “conversations starters.”
The next adventure (meaning our next major move before our final major move in June) is in a few months.
We’re going to take you to all 50 states before you know it.