dawg delight

When I rode up to the Abbey last night, Nibs was standing in the front doorway talking to a neighbor. My Puppigrrl was wandering nearby, naturally. She apparently smelled me before she saw or heard me, though, and started walking toward the street before I got to the door. When she did finally figure out where I was, she made the happy doggy face and ran to me. Yes, my sixteen-year-old dog ran for the first time in weeks, to me.

Did I mention that my thirteenth Puppiversary was last month? See previous posts under the dog tag (Nyuk nyuk nyuk!) for the story of how we met.