Today is the (assigned) birthday of a good old dog, Stella Brie. She looks as good today as she did 13 years ago.
Jen and I adopted her in fall 1999 shortly after we moved into our first post-college residence on Treasure Island in San Francisco. We rescued her from Grateful Dogs Rescue. We got off to a rocky start — bad behavior, destroyed furniture, lots of barking at strangers — but we stuck with her, and we couldn’t have asked for a better dog (along with her companion who’d arrive a few years later, Happy Dingo).
You know you’ve had your old friend a long time when you (that is, I) look a lot younger in old photos than you (I) do today.
Happy 13th birthday, old girl! We’ve had lots of good times and look forward to many more.