Happy Birthday, Eli!

Today is Eli’s 9th birthday.  On this day in 1996, somewhere in the western part of Albuquerque (off Coors Road, to be specific), my little “Eli Don’t Bother Me” was born in a small shed in the backyard of a fairly nice home.  Her doggie parents were Klowi Vom Zeigerwald and Tonk Von Der Romo (no, seriously!) (her maternal grandfather’s name was “Tiefschartz-Bud Light”, ack!), and I when I went to select a puppy from the breeder, Eli came and sat between my feet to watch the other puppies play.  That’s how I knew she wanted to come home with me—her and her multitude of ticks (you haven’t lived until you’ve awoken in the morning to find that there’s been a tick hatching overnight, and hundreds of the little critters are climbing up your bedroom walls).  Ticks aside, she was a wonderful, smart puppy who enjoyed a trip to California when she was only 10 weeks only, and frolicked in the ocean at Laguna Beach.  She didn’t really care for the water, but did like all the attention she got from women on the beach.  Puppies are babe magnets, trust me.

Nine years later, Eli and have been through a lot… one “divorce”, a few homes, and a few other companion animals.  Through it all she’s been the most wonderfully sensitive and gentle friend, and I love the time we have together.  She’s got some grey hairs (don’t we all!), an eye disorder, and the occasional limp, but Dante helps keep her young, and I hope she’ll be around so we can celebrate many more birthdays together.  I don’t know what we’ll do for a birthday celebration, but I’d bet she’d be happy with a cheese slice of her very own, and a new tennis ball.  Lots of hugs and kisses, Eli-pie!

Posted by Leigh-Ann on 02/12 at 07:15 AM

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