Happy Birthday, Monsieur Zali! You're three years old today!
Of course, in dog years, it means he is no longer underage drinking. And he would be graduating college in the Spring. I guess we should start thinking about those grad school entrance forms...
Zali is quite the companion. A real Momma's boy. I know he wouldn't win any awards at Westminster, but I think he is sooooo handsome. As a baby, both of his ears stood up like Simone's do. But he's always been a bit of a gamer and took one on the ear from Zoe. Hud and I would hear a ruckus in the foyer and walk in to find a Tasmanian Devil's tornado of Carmen and Zoe playing grab the pooch. All of the sudden, Zali would come flying out of the middle of the tussle, launched into the air in an arc and when he crashed to the ground would go storming back into the mix.
On one of these play dates, Zoe broke his ear. It didn't hurt him. It simply would no longer stand at attention, robbing him of any chance to be the next great stud and the opportunity to sit in that giant silver cup for the photographers. I like it. I think it's rather rakish.
Papillons with floppy ears are called, "Phalenes" which means, "moth'. I suppose his accident makes him a, "Papilene" or a "Phalillon".
So Happy Birthday, Monsieur! And many, many more!
And also, a very Happy Belated birthday to my friend, Evelyn! I hope you had a lovely day. (Don't worry. I WON'T tell them how old YOU are. Let's just say that you're older than three and you can drink legally. Tee Hee)