I never in a million years thought I'd be blessed to have Buttercup for 5 years. I am so lucky. Buttercup is one of the best things that ever happened to me. I love her way more than I should. August 17th 2003 I brought her home from the Dartmouth shelter's SPCA - she was back in the cages in the back rooms of the shelter - crying at the top of her lungs and standing up with her face to the cage. My friend Tara took me back there because she knew I had a thing for poodles. The shelter was having a big yard sale and I was over there volunteering at it. I took home a juicer, a painting, a few books - and Buttercup - to foster.
This is one of the first photos I took of her back in 2003 - see how her back leg comes up to meet her head? She's all closed in. A totally different dog than she is today.
This photo was taken before I got her - when she was still at the Dartmouth SPCA - with a little dog named Oreo who I helped find a home for in PEI with my then bosses Mother.
She was very old and rickety when I got her, and seemed to get progressively younger and happier as the years progressed. Even today her mind and heart are full of life and vigour. She is still trying to engage me - and with little effect still - Jack - in play.
I'd like to think that 13 is a relatively young age for a small dog - so I am still hoping to have many more years with Buttercup. I've said this before - all light from the universe shines from her asshole. And I continue to believe that it does.
Buttercup through the years - humping, jumping, and running!
A couple other birthday posts I've made over the years:
A couple more of the photos I took today for Buttercup's birthday - along with a very rare photo montage of Jack having a roll on the floor! With his belly - it's hard to roll around!