Not that we want her to, we just didn't think she would live this long. Not even close.
Especially as she is bizzarely accident prone.
Lottie's History:
When she was two months old and we were in the middle of a move, Lottie managed to find my Handsome Engineer's fishing pole and snag herself on the double hooked lure. One hook went through her nose, and the other through her foot--attached by a 2 inch fish thing. Of course, she wouldn't hold still enough for us to remove them, and the vets were already closed, so we had to do the emergency vet thing. One sedative shot (the vet couldn't get the hooks out either she wiggled so much) and lots of money later, Lottie was just fine.
When she was two, she ruptured two disks in her back and we kept her basically immobile for a couple weeks. The vet told us that usually when it happens that young, it will happen again within a few years and there will be paralysis. "You
might have her until she is 7." We were told.
Eight years and lots of money later, Lottie seems just fine.
She has been run over by a couple horses (she goes out in the field to eat horse manure--gross, I know). A little bit of concern and a few baths later, Lotties seems just fine.
She has extensive allergies to pretty much everything on planet earth, including grass, poultry (what dog is allergic to poultry??), and herself. A special diet (read: lots of money) later, Lottie seems just fine.
Two years ago, Lottie ruptured a jugular vein. No one knows how. And really, she should be dead. She was the "mystery case" at the (rather expensive) vet. Several blood tests, a follow up visit, and lots of money later, Lottie seems just fine.
Last year, she got a weird cyst on her head that we had to have surgically removed. Remember
FrankenLottie? Lots of money later, Lottie seems . . .
Well, you get the picture.
So, really, last week when she got into the fox trap and ate an ENTIRE turkey neck--bones and all--I should have known she would be just fine. But I still worried. Because the turkey neck was rotten, having been out there for a while. And because Lottie is allergic to poultry. And because poultry bones splinter and can tear up a dog's insides.
I didn't spend lots of money, we kept an eye on her, but kept her at home. And of course . . .
Lottie is just fine.
Apparently, she is going to live forever.
there is something so beautiful about a daddy holding his child
and the the little hand closing around his finger just made it even sweeter
"Drill Bit" arrived 4 weeks early, a few days before Christmas, and our world has been turned wonderfully upside down again. We were home in time to celebrate Christmas with family and friends.
Lil Bit is expanding her role of big sister and doing a great job of it. She is very loving and helpful.
Bitty Bit sure does love her little brother, but is feeling a little unsure of all the changes. Bitty is my organized girl who likes to know what is going to happen ahead of time. Being whisked out of bed at 5:30 in the morning and a new baby showing up before she was expecting it threw her off a bit. Overall, she is doing well, just needs a little time to adjust--and we are giving her lots of hugs and reassurance.
And I am absolutely, completely in love with this little guy. With the way he snuggles in closer to my neck when I am holding him. With his little squeaks and grunts. With the insane amount of dark hair he has (my girls had similar hair at birth). With his little hands and feet and nose. 
See what I mean? This was our driveway--and let me tell you, that water was flowing! The main field is so wet, we had to pull the horses out and put them in a small paddock just so they wouldn't tear the field to pieces. They aren't happy, but their hooves will thank us (as will the field come spring). 
The girls took advantage of the snow and built a snowman that is about the size of Bitty Bit. 
After the lights are on (we did blue and white this year), our tree experiences a selective blizzard. I make snow (will put the "recipe" in the side column) and let the Bits spread it on the branches. Which means the lower branches end up with a LOT of snow and the upper branches only get the light dusting that I spread on.
The floor ended up with some snow as well--which took a surprising amount of effort to get off considering it is JUST soap and water!
I let the Bits hang a lot of them, which meant the tree is again a bit bottom heavy. Bitty Bit thought the tree looked cool with several ornaments on each branch.
I thought about rearranging things, but decided that this was part of our tree's personality this year.
The tree isn't "perfect", the snow isn't "perfect", the ornaments aren't "perfect."
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