Birdie came to us as a gift from my brother not long after loosing our Mother.  I lived far from family and he thought one of his puppies would be just the thing.  He was right!
We already had a busy house with four growing children and my husband was reluctant to throw a dog into the mix.  My husband, a golfer named her Birdie, and she had him wrapped around her paw in no time.

Bird was a silly dog.  She loved chasing the vacuum cleaner and stealing the attachments.  She loved it when I would load or unload the dishwasher, getting a toy and coming to me with a playful growl.  In the winter she would quite carefully and with much stealth take a blanket off your lap, turning her head when ever you looked her way, like we didn't know who was slipping the blanket off of us.


 Birdie loved being outdoors and always stayed with us while we worked in our garden or with our ponds.  At seven years old Birdie became blinded by cataracts.  It didn't slow her down nor did it stop her from enjoying being out in the yard.  She would follow my scent or my voice and " Hoover" the yard. 

She enjoyed most of her years with our younger Chocolate Lab Madison.  Maddy learned that if Birdie wasn't coming when called to go and get her from the yard.  If they both came back they each got treats.  Madison was Birdies seeing eye dog. 

Birdie you were the best dog ever.  You taught us to enjoy everything life had to offer.  Even at your last moment  I asked you," Who's a good dog?" and your heavy lab tail beat like a drum.  You gave me your heart and took part of mine with you.   You will always be with me my Milk Chocolate sweetie.

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Life is good.