N is for Nine

Today Bill and Bailey turned the great big NINE.  They are nine years old now which means we have been under their command for seven years.  Despite all they’ve done to make my family crazy, angry, sad, neurotic, depressed, and so forth, we love them unconditionally and could not imagine life without them.  I think I speak for my whole family when I say that we are grateful they made it to the big NINE and wish them many more crabby, cranky, crotchety, and hilariously loveable years.  And Candy wishes they’d be a little less antisocial which usually does not happen in old age.

This is the first year I didn’t spend the weenie birthday at the house with the weenies.  I feel guilty.  Hopefully the amazing gift I bought for them will make up for it.  For now, I am snorgling with a Floof who did stuff in our little training session today that the weenies will never ever learn, ha!

Here’s to Bill and Bailey, the monsters who made me a doxie person!