Fargo is, as of some unknown time today (I think it was evening, but I’m not sure), two years old. Here’s a look at her, from shortly after dawn:
We are, of course, having a great day, because every day is a great day when you are a two-year-old dog. There are momentary injustices—like when you’re unceremoniously yanked away by your leash from a pile of four-day-old barf on the sidewalk—but those are quickly erased by everyday joys, like ripping apart the tennis ball on your end of a tug-of-war rope.
How Fargo has spent her birthday so far:
- Woke up. Earlier than for the last few weeks. Someone in the household had to go back to work today.
- Took morning pill (wrapped in scrumptious wet food), went downstairs, had a wee, had a poo.
- Went back to sleep on bed next to couch.
- Waited for the someone who had to go back to work to leave. Sprinted at door while they left. Narrowly missed going with them. Walked over to someone else in the household (who was trying to work, but didn’t leave the apartment), barked at them.
- Laid back down for another minute.
- Ate breakfast.
- PLAYED.
- WENT FOR A WALK.
- PLAYED.
- HELPED PACK A PACKAGE (wrestled the packing slip and ripped the corner off the bubble envelope).
- PLAYED.
- Took a brief nap.
- PLAYED.
- Rested head in human’s lap, accepted pets.
- PLAYED.
- Held human’s hand, smiled joyously.
- Went downstairs, had another wee.
- Entered snoozle mode.
How Fargo will likely spend the rest of her birthday:
- Wake back up. Earlier than normal. Snoozle mode: interrupted. Reenter snoozle mode until asked, “Hey Fargo, wanna go to the park?”
- RUN AROUND AND EVADE THE HUMAN WHILE THE HUMAN TRIES TO PUT THE HARNESS ON THE FARGS.
- Acquiesce, panting lightly.
- Go to the park and party booty off with the orange ball. Probably have a poo at the park. Who’s to say.
- Come home, drink an estimated four gallons of water while making the loudest of schlorps, take evening pill, lie down, panting heavily.
- Eat dinner.
- PLAY.
- Snuggle on couch.
- Get tired of snuggling and go sleep on floor until bedtime.
Oddly enough, this is how most of Fargo’s days go. Except for the park thing, I guess. We aren’t great about getting her to the park. Usually just a second walk. Think we’re gonna go get her a toy tomorrow afternoon.
