I can't believe my baby turns 11 years old today.
It feels like yesterday when I brought her home and she barked nonstop for days, to the point of me deciding to give her back because I hated her and couldn't take it any more.
I'm so glad I didn't.
I couldn't imagine my life without her.
She's been there with me through it all, since the day I left college.
You couldn't find a sweeter, smarter, more sensitive dog.
She's a walking talking bark machine, but I love her more than I ever thought possible.
She's about ready to become a big sister again, this time to a real life human baby.
I couldn't ask for a better sidekick.
My Mal-Dog, MD, Shep, Feather-duster, Docious, Doowog.
Happy Golden birthday, Mally!