Happy Birthday to Spencer and Wilson!

I can't believe my boy is 8 years old today!  A little greyer in the face, but still acts like a puppy when it's dinnertime.  He's my first cardigan, and it's thanks to him that I ended up with the other two, as well as the legion of good "dog" friends, including you who are reading this now.

As an aside (with a purpose for this post), I generally try not to talk much on my blog about things that are not going so well.  I have posted before about my mom's health, but not much lately, as she continues to decline with what was orignally diagnosed as vascular dementia, and now appears to be combined with Alzheimer's as well.  For the most part, she does not have a good grip on the reality of the world around her, but every once in a while she comes up with some nuggets of gold.

A few weeks ago I was visiting her and I was talking about the dogs, telling her about how big Sally was getting, etc.  Out of the blue, she came up with one of those nuggets - she said, "You will never have another one who looks after you like Spencer does."  It brought tears to my eyes.  In fact it brings them now just thinking about it.

And she is exactly right.  Spencer is spoiled, spoiled, spoiled.  He gets away with way too much.  But he is devoted to me and is the dog of my heart like no other will ever be.  Happy Birthday big guy! (and brother Wilson too!)