Prada is my dog by proxy, which is to say it was my husband who house trained her 12 years ago, 11 years before we’d even meet. When we did meet, and marry not long after, we became a little family, half canine, half human. I love Roux through and through, but there isn’t a dog out there with a heart of gold as pure as Prada’s. She’s a saint, a constant friend, the epitome of the dog at the boy’s heels.
These are some images of our morning walk today, her twelfth birthday.
Happy Birthday, Paws.
{In and around German Village // Schuler Park // Grange Insurance Audubon Center}