I’m a bad dog mom. I admit it. Things have been crazy this summer with travel and they are just as busy now with fall around the corner that I forget to take care of little things. But as I am catching up and gearing up, this past Labor Day was a perfect time to get those little things done; like getting our dog, Reese, to the groomers. Usually I hate the process of dropping her off some where she hates going and count down the hours until I can pick her up to find silly bows in her hair. You see, Reese is not a prissy Yorkie. Some might even say could have been a lab or a retriever. She loves open water where she can fetch you a stick. She is daring, sassy and loves attention. She is also the first dog I have ever owned in my adulthood and well, she means the world to me. I still can’t believe that she’ll be nine this year. But for now, she’s my little baby butter bean that I love seeing every time I come home.
And here’s a picture of Reese from this weekend all pretty and clean from the groomers.
And here’s the sweet face that always seems to know when 7:30pm hits and the treat jar comes out. Don’t worry – - she reminds me if I forget.
Dogs are not our whole life, but they make our lives whole. – Roger Caras