Yup, my superdog Sweepy is turning 11 tomorrow, March 18.
But since I will be out and busy at work
we decided to have his party today ;-)
. . . well, it looked OK the last time I looked
when we sang "hapibday2u"
and he was grinning like crazy ;-)
Oh I love Sweepy!
An old picture taken with from left:
Pica and Sumo behind her (Sweepy's parents)
that's me in the center, Sweepy as a pup (notice the dark snout),
and Sweepy's brother Bogart on the right.
Our maid Myrna took this shot in 2002
(when Sweepy was less than a year old)
and I called this family of dogs "my hounds"
in our house I called "heaven" ;-)
I watched how this pup bade goodbye to his family
and watched how his handsome face went sad.
Pica left in 2008, Bogart in 2010 and Sumo in 2012.
My dogs die of old age.
Pica was 17, Bogart was 9 and Sumo was 12.
He carried his sadness in his eyes . . .
I love how he waits for me
. . . sitting by the old rocking chair
and sniffing everyone passing by . . .
Or how he looks at me . . .
. . . when I am home and doing something else
instead of sitting beside him
and stroking his fur!
But today I am all his.
I cleaned his fur and his house and his pillows
and that lovely adopted pup Babur beside him!
After all it is not always that one celebrates being 11 in doggy years
and still look cute and young and happy and healthy.
(PSssst, Sweepy is 77 in human years)
Happy Bday, my Sweepy.
May your drooly days be spent
in cooler places when I'm out
and may you always remain jolly
and funny and quirky
and everything super
that a dog can be!
Read his own drooly in his BLOG.