35 years old.

Apparently it's my birthday today.
Apparently I am 35 years old in dog years -
Apparently that's 5 in the human age span.
Apparently I am very lucky to be living with my human and
Apparently I am even more lucky to be here at all.

My mum's human is a good friend of my human.
My mum's human was a bit dizzy and let my mum - a black Labrador called Bonnie - meet up with a bit of rough up the lane. My mum really fancied him and he lusted after my mum, and the rest, as they say is history.

When it was time for us puppies to be born my mum became very poorly and was rushed to the vets. My two brothers and I were born by Caesarian Section, my mum and I both nearly died, but luckily we made it with a lot of care from the vet nurses.

My mum's human didn't know what she would do with three puppies and did a bit of crying until my human said:
"O.K. I'll have one."
And that is how I came to live my my human at 8 weeks old. I have been with her ever since and she adores me because I am such a good girl. I still see my mum sometimes, she is now a very old lady, but I haven't seen my two brothers since I wonder if they are as lucky as me to have such a lovely human.

As it was my birthday my human took me to the park with the river for a good play, then she went to the supermarket and got me some chicken. It's been a great birthday!