“ I wonder if, within that brain of hers, she realizes that she makes me proud. 

I wonder if she understands love. I wonder if she knows what today is.

Probably not. "

Sean Dietrich

 Sean of the South  8/18

Maizey singing Happy Birthday to herself. (Sorry it's blurry)

Today, against all odds, Maizey turned 6 years old.

Birthday Schmirthday! Get this thing off me!

When we sat in the specialty vet’s office in May it never occurred to us that she’d be celebrating another birthday. Hell, we weren’t sure she’d live through the summer.

For me?

But live she did does. She may be six years old, but this week she's been acting like a hole-digging, squirrel-chasing, rope-tugging, ball-catching puppy. I have come to believe that having a back yard covered in dirt instead of grass is as good as anything a doctor can prescribe to make a dog and her human forget all about cancer.

So at the start of the month made for gratitude, today I thank the One who created our crazy, white bulldog. 

Happy Birthday, Maizey, I love you.