Happy Birthday Lucy

It has been a joyous day, indeed, in the Calvert household.  We have literally been having a ball celebrating Lucy's birthday. She turned 9 in dog years which would make her 63 in human years today. Woof!

On Saturday, we brought presents for Lucy; a 12 pack of tennis balls and a stuffed, squeaky toy. I brought them in the house and placed them on the top shelf in the laundry room without her seeing the bags. (I did this while she was on potty break with daddy.)

Low and behold, she came in the house after her break sniffing her way to her gifts.  Then she camped in the doorway of the laundry room EVERY DAY pining for them (minus potty breaks, meals and bedtime, of course) until this morning. Here she is:

She drove me crazy. She would get up and point to the bags. They were 7 feet in the air in closed bags for goodness sakes!

The morning of her birthday, (today), we were up and at 12:01 am, I gave her a ball. She played with it until we went to bed. This morning, I gave her the other 11 along with a stuffed, squeaky toy. The stuffed, squeaky toy came in second fiddle to those tennis balls. Lucy was fetching and playing ball all day. It was hilarious. (Steve couldn't understand why I gave her all 12 balls on one day.  I explained her birthday comes around once a year and knew she'd "have a ball" with all of them.)

At dinner time, we sang "Happy Birthday" to Lucy. She just stared at us. At the start of the third line, she ran over to the counter where her food bowl was sitting and pointed.  "Forget the song. I'm hungry. Feed me!", she said with her dog gesture.

We have been mighty blessed with Lucy for 9 years. She is always there to greet us when we arrive home with her ears laid back and wagging tail. She is a free, calming spirit of unconditional love.

Happy Birthday, Sweat Pea! You are the light of our lives.

Happy Birthday, Lucy!

Today is our Lucy's 7th birthday (in human years) and 49th birthday (in doggy years). It is also considered her golden birthday (in human years)--Seven years old on the seventh day of the month.

We are so fortunate to have Lucy as part of our family. She is a gentle reminder of living in the moment, unconditional love and plain old-fashioned fun.

This morning, upon awaking, we wished her a happy birthday, fed her a healthy brunch of sugar snap peas, eggs and perch. Then we loaded up the vehicle for a road trip. Yee-ha!

First stop, Pet Supermarket to purchase another "baby" (doggy toy) to add to Lucy's collection of what seems like 100 already. (The washer gets filled to the top on wash day and Lucy lays beside it the entire cycle.) Lucy loves her new baby. (*squeak*, *squeak*)

After(*squeak*, *squeak*), we took her (*squeak*, *squeak*) to Oregon Park in Marietta. (*squeak*, *squeak*, *squeak*, *squeak*--all the way there--ha!)

One other vehicle was parked when we arrived. Of course, we picked the parking space where someone dumped french fries out on the ground. Lucy had a feeding frenzy! Daddy had a shit-fit trying to pull her away from the greasy food. He didn't want her having her own shit-fit in the vehicle on the way home!

We had a leisurely stroll through the park. Lucy was busy sniffing away at all the scents and marking along the way. Towards the end of our outing, we took some photos.

Here are Steve and Lucy in front of the port-o-potty, one of Lucy's favorite sniffing spots and a perennial favorite place of Steve's too :)


We ladies were quite the fashion divas today. Lucy wore her pink bandanna scarf with hearts on it to match her pink collar and heart-shaped charms hanging from it. I wore my chipmunk hat to impress her and Steve.


Lucy was more impressed with my hat as she kept trying to play with it. I'm sure she thought "Ah, another baby for me". Steve just chuckled at us.

After play time, we took Lucy for a doggy sundae at Brusters Real Ice Cream--a sweet treat to celebrate our Sweetie! Happy Birthday, Lucy. (*squeak*, *squeak*)