or the beach for the naughty husky's Birthday!!! yes, our little dramatic, over the top, emotional little wolfie-poo Nina herself is three years old. time has gone so fast now that she is slowing down a bit, the first year and a half were excruciatingly slllloooowwwwww, with demands for walks, attention, walks, attention, walks and more attention. honestly, i saw that someone on fb was wanting a puppy and i shuddered at the memory of howmucheffinworkitwas. ouf! as much as a toddler! and everyone who knows me knows how much i detested having toddlers. a breed of demonic humanoids that should be sent away to some sort of island until they are able to verbalize needs and conduct themselves properly. and don't think i didn't stay up nights refusing to submit in powerful battle of wills with mine--i gladly went without sleep to make sure no half pint of neurons with vocal cords in training pants was going to outdo me in stubborn-ness.
as if!
but i would have to say that nina was probably the easiest to get to listen and obey, far easier than gigi, who i have to engage in a duel at least once daily until she remembers who gives the orders--nina, after all--in the words of mj is "a lover, not a fighter". that doesn't mean she doesn't try (hence the nickname the naughty husky). it just means that one steely look from me or a strongly stated reprimand sends her ears back and brings her back to good common sense, and quite often, a little tap dance over to me and a kiss on the hand as an apology or peace offering. happy birthday diba!
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