Beth is my mom's dog.
Beth has always been the 'puppy' of her household, never having to be a grown up dog.
So Beth totally adopted the puppy lifestyle.
Rides in the golf cart.
Romps with older, more tired dogs.
Car rides from the back seat, a window of her own.
She was given the middle name of Marie.
Beth Marie. Bethy M.
No, let's go one step further - Elizabeth Marie.
Sounds like royalty, doesn't it?
Beth is now 9 years old. She has shifted gears and has become the matriarch of our dog world.
The dogs that E. and I have are all younger than Beth.
So when Sophie shows up at Beth's house, the grumpy old grandma is drawn out from Beth's mindset.
Beth is not amused.
When Gus shows up, Beth is both annoyed but hopeful that a canine her own age has appeared.
Truth is, Gus is younger but has the mature demeanour.
Beth is slightly amused.
But at the end of the day, Beth resorts to her matriarchal ways.
Walk out to the mailbox at 4 p.m.
Check for strange traffic up and down the street.
Sniff the flagpole.
Supper at 4:15 p.m.
Special treat at 6 p.m.
Sleep at dusk.