Happy Birthday, Sandy

Sandy turned seven earlier this month. She's been with us about six and a half years. She came from the SPCA, where no one knew anything about her.

If Sandy really cares what people think, she's not giving it away. It took almost two years before she wagged her tail. It took almost five years before she would play "fetch." (In contrast, it took only minutes for her to learn to play "guard," or "It's MY Frisbee now!") She reminds me of me when I was a teenager.

Lately, Sandy enjoys playing. She has a rope toy, and likes having a good game of tug. I read somewhere that some dogs have to be taught how to play tug. I told that to Sandy and she thought that was the stupidest thing she ever heard. Sandy also likes playing ball in the house, but most of the time we have to do that when Eric is out.

Sandy's other current favorite toy is what PetCetera calls a "solid-core tennis stick." Here is a picture of Sandy with hers.



What would you call it?

We call it "the dildog."

Happy Birthday, Sandy. I love you. Thanks for being my dog.