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Thirteen is Such a Fun Age

Stella turned 13 years old on Tuesday. She doesn't look a day over 12. I told her she was 91 in human years, but she didn't seem to care. In fact, she's really taking the whole 13th birthday thing in stride. I thought she'd be a bit more reactionary, but no.

For her birthday, we took her to Petsmart and let her pick out anything she wanted. Well, not anything. Those rawhide bones you see on the bottom shelf were like $30, so we had to limit her to selections from items on the middle shelf.

After that, we went up to the mountains for a cold windy hike. She loved it! She was like a pup again. It's amazing what a little fresh air and $78 dollars worth of medication can do!

The boys collected armfulls and coatfulls of rocks. When I asked them to stop, they claimed they were gathering them for Stella for her birthday. How could I argue with that? The car is still full of rocks; if anybody needs some let me know.

After the walk, Stella continued the celebration with a long nap on the kitchen floor. Oh to be 13 again. Happy Birthday Stella!

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