Pippa's 11

Pippa's first birthday with me was her 2nd, and we were just starting out together, newly moved to Detroit, and learning to get along. Her life's been a good one, and mine better because of her, but boy! does it seem like a short time!

You can't tell in the picture that her degenerative myelopathy is gradually paralyzing her rear-end. Fortunately, her rimadyl and glucosamine are easing the pain of arthritis and dysplasia, and she bounces around pretty well most days.

You can tell she loves her some snow, though.

And no, you can't have that tennis ball.