Today is Rubi Gamblin's sixth birthday! Six, imagine that. It seems like just yesterday that she was five. Oh, wait. She was.
Anyway, my awesome woman's best friend is six today. Now, we all know that dogs don't age in the same manner as humans. So I went online for a definitive "human age" for Rubi (although that's dumb because she is decidedly NOT a human unless being human involves licking portions of the body I can't even reach). Definitively, she is either a.) 37 b.) 40 c.) 44. One particularly helpful site even calculated how old I would be if I were a dog. (197, which is the most ridiculous thing I have ever heard of. What kind of information is THAT?)
But anyway, it's Rubi's birthday and she is the greatest, most awesome dog ever. She has seen me through thick and thin and she believes I am the bomb. Rubi has chosen a quiet celebration today with her family--me, Hub, Buzz & the Senator. She will do the things she enjoys most--asking for cookies, barking at the bad golfers, going for a ride, having a big go and smelling all of the other dogs' 'postcards' and finally, enjoying a big dollop of whipped cream.
Happy Birthday Rube!
1 comment:
First, Happy Birthday Rube.
Second, although the info about how old you are in dog years is useless, you still opted to find out.
Third, I feel I should point out that the Senator is a cat...and not and actual Senator who spends his time celebrating his constituent's dogs birthdays.
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