On this date in 2001, around 4 a.m. on a very very very
wet morning, a new family member -- lost, soaked, miserable and collar-free -- bounded into my life. Ever since, this date has been known as Bella's Birthday.
(I've been told that February 14 may be known as something else in other households.)
Back then, if I took Bella to a park at night and let her romp freely, she would run in wide circles and figure 8s for nearly an hour, running for the joy of running until her tongue seemed long enough to trip over. Now, she can't keep up that pace for more than a few minutes. Nevertheless, she remains, as you see, a mighty Hell-Hound.
For her birthday, she received a big bowl of chicken. So how do you
plan to celebrate Bella's Birthday?