Last week Gemma turned the big O-N-E and we* threw her a little party. In true Weimaraner form, she was T-H-R-I-L-L-E-D.
One of the qualities in Weimaraners that makes me laugh the most is that their default facial expression is, "I just dropped my ice cream cone on the hot pavement" or "My team just lost the World Series in extra innings."
If I didn't witness it with my own eyes, I'd have a hard time believing the scared little 10-pound puppy we brought home in October is now 70 pounds of pure muscle and too-smart-for-her-own-good naughtiness. (She still has a turbo timer, by the way.)
If I didn't witness it with my own eyes, I'd have a hard time believing the scared little 10-pound puppy we brought home in October is now 70 pounds of pure muscle and too-smart-for-her-own-good naughtiness. (She still has a turbo timer, by the way.)
Now I know how "real" parents feel when they lament their children growing up too fast. Sniffle.
*I was actually at work when said party occurred. Absentee/working mother that I am, I brought home birthday toys and treats. Which were definitely not bribes.
