The Southern Fried Pug mom here.
Friday, we celebrated Isabelle's 12th birthday. Since she was a rescue, I don't really know her birthday, so I gave her my grandmother's. And it's been three years since she came into my life as my foster pug.
Saturday, she had to see the vet for rabies vaccination and to get some better meds for her collapsing trachea which wasn't her dream day. But then we went to a local pet store for a new harness and leash. And then, the best day ever, she get her very own hamburger from Wendy's that she didn't have to share with Tallulah and Petunia. And she got to eat it in peace, without the girls staring her down, either.
So happy birthday, my sassy senior lady. I hope that you've enjoyed the last three years with us and hope that you have more healthy years.