Let's check in with our best friend, shall we, for just a little bit of an escape.
She who doesn't care if our country is in financial crisis, or that war has taken one too many lives. She who, when I am a little out of sorts, will come and rest her head on my feet when I'm on the computer, or when I'm reading at the table. She, who doesn't mind being thrown under the covers by my boys, who sleep with her at bedtime.
(birthday cake recipe here)
Do you all remember when we brought her home? She was a blessing and she is still today, since she somehow manages to take away all of that wondering I've been doing (about our country's future, my children's livelihood, and the security or lack-of that our generation is leaving them with). She is my own pet therapy.
I have to admit, that it hasn't been completely smooth sailings with our sweet Sugar. There was the shoe-accident she caused and of course, the seven (SEVEN!) times she ran away when Hubby was deployed, with this being the longest and saddest of the incidences.
But she more than makes up for it all every day, accepting our family in all of its rambunctious nature, and putting up with the antics the children put her through. Like riding her like a pony, and chasing her around the house. And holding out a treat to her until she drools like the Hoover Dam.
So, in this not so great week in our human world, her Birthday is welcomed even more with our eager hearts.
Happy 4th Birthday, our Sugar-y Doogar AKA Brown Sugar AKA Sugar (as named by C) You are, without a doubt, loved through and through by your human family.