Birthdays and such

Happy birthday, Sarah!  She's four.  Four years ago at this time, this wee little thing had no name, though we had been holding and snuggling her for nearly 5 hours already.  Nothing seemed to fit her.  Then, we talked about names the kids had picked out and Sarah it was.  What a wild ride this little has been!  (Understand that I would not trade a moment of her in my life.)

Just this evening, while I was preparing dinner, she was singing a song about how unhappy she was that she was happy.  It was a very cheerful unhappy song.  Then, she informed me that she wanted to born again so that she could meet Tuna.   Life is good when your only worry is what trouble your invisible friend is going to cause next.

On the other hand, Sammy has decided not to feed the puppies anymore.  They've been hungry and she won't feed them.  Today, upon the advice of a reputable breeder, I made some puppy chow gruel for the things and wow! did they go at it!  They ate and fell into a food coma.  We still have to make Sammy nurse them for a couple more weeks, but that's okay.  She may be stubborn, but she's neurotic and I can make her stay.