June 14, 2017 by Petrea
Wilma Wednesday: Birthday Girl
Tomorrow we’ll celebrate Wilma’s seventh birthday with lots of love, her usual two walks, and a new marrow bone. (Shh. The bone’s a surprise.)
“What is a sprize?”
“Oh! Hi, Wilma. You surprised me. A surprise is something you don’t expect.”
“I don’t like it.”
“A birthday surprise is good,” I tell her.
She ponders that.
We don’t know exactly when Wilma was born, so we celebrate her birthday on the anniversary of the day we adopted her. She’s been with us three years, so she’s about seven now. “What have you learned since you moved here, Wilma?”
“I am brave.”
“That’s true. You’re a fine Director of Security. What else?”
“I can gotobed by myself.”
“That’s a big deal.” Wilma used to be afraid to be alone, and she’d wait for us to sit with her while she fell asleep. “Anything else?”
“Lots! I can walk. I can slow. I can stop. I can sit. I can stay. I can cmere. I can gotoyourplace.”
“You certainly are a smart girl.” She’s come far from the frightened, frustrated pooch she was when we adopted her. We’re proud of her.
Tomorrow: one dog, two humans, and enough love to last through all her days (+ a surprise bone) = Wilma’s seventh birthday.