It's so hard to believe the munchkin is 2 years old today. It seems like just yesterday I was sitting on the floor in the puppy pen, with half a dozen puppies biting my shoes and my fave, Gimme, biting my lips. But yes, I look at her and she does look pretty grown up. And I know her behavior is getting more grown up all the time.
In a bit we leave for nosework class. I was going to get treats for dogs and people to help celebrate, but didn't have the time today. Besides, Gimme says they should be bringing treats and presents to her. When we get home, Gimme gets steak for dinner, thawing as we speak.
Meanwhile I've come to the momentous decision that I'm going to have to start taking a clicker and treats with me to the bathtub. Gimme almost always comes up to me at some point during my bath with a big Dally grin on her face. That's the only place and time she does it. I love grinning Dals and would love to have it on cue. You know its commitment (or else commit-able) when a person starts taking clicker and treats to the tub with them.
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