Tear.
This morning before we went for our morning walk, I was taking Prada's bark collar off and I noticed her regular collar was pretty tight. I loosened it...too the last notch. I looked at her collar to see which notch it had been in when I first got her. The collar is now three notches looser and she will need a new collar soon. When she is sprawled out sleeping, she takes up two-thirds of the futon. She has lost all her baby teeth, no longer has puppy pads on the bottom of her paws, and is losing her puppy coat (she's not as soft as she was, although still very cuddle worthy). Recent discussion has led us to believe she may be older than estimated by the humane society. I guess we'll see what the vet says next time we're in.
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Before you know it, she'll be off to kindergarten, and then next thing you know, you'll be watching her walk down the aisle!!!
Here's another tear for you . . . Relish is now as tall as the only munchkin shorter than you . . . . .which means, you're next . . . . .
is it weird that you just referred to grandma as a munchkin?
I'm glad you clarified. I didn't get it.
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