Life’s been a little messy lately.  Somehow two months have passed since I last posted and Misha turned nine years old.  Where did the time go?

It’s hard to believe so many years have passed since the feisty, nervous, silly dog came into my life.  We have had our ups and downs especially those tough months after her first birthday when my dad died.

But, we have survived and we’ve grown (yeah, both of us).  Misha will always be Misha.  The good and the bad and the goofy.

I would never wish that any dog was just like another.  No dog cloning for me!  Yet, I wish Misha had a little more trust and a little less fear like my previous dog, Sierra.

On the other hand, Sierra was never quite so entertaining.  Misha is, after all, a bouncy little clown at heart.

So, Happy 9th Birthday to my little goofball!

—————–