The Baby is three! Our little goofball is starting to grow up, but has maintained her “baby of the family” attitude. She jumps the baby gate (30”) to greet us at the front door every day. She counter surfs like a champ. She steals apples out of the fruit bowl, and swipes entire sticks of butter that have been left out to soften. She will still periodically jump into the shower with you. If you try to sleep in, she drops her tennis ball on your face when SHE thinks it’s time to get up. She tucks herself into bed at 7pm and GROANS if you wake her up when you get under the covers.
Rules just don’t apply to her. You can get mad at her for something (see countersurfing and butter thievery above) and she’ll just kinda flap her ears, much like a supermodel flipping her hair, bat her eyes, wag her tail, and saunter off — she doesn’t even acknowledge that you were mad at her. **Notice I said “were” and not “are” because she is so unaffected, it makes you laugh, and then you forget how annoyed you are with her. She’s impossible to stay mad at and impossible to ignore. You find yourself looking at her and thinking to yourself, “how did you get so pretty” or perhaps more frequently, “it’s a good thing you’re pretty.”
And then she is just little miss perfect — finished FAST in the show ring, even faster to her Grand Champion title (with wins over and constantly competing against the #1 Vizsla bitch to do it.) In the field she had a perfect record to her Junior Hunter title; 4 for 4. Her record towards her Senior Hunter title is perfect so far too; 2 for 2 and did it in crappy weather. She can act like such an airhead, but when you give her a job she blows you away with her skill set (and her love for her handler/Dad.) She’s a smart cookie.
That’s our pumpkin in a nutshell. Our Baby Hay. The baby of our family, a total Daddy’s girl, the snuggliest muffin, and the one that keeps us laughing.
Happy birthday, Halo! We love you so much!