Mom and Dad's "Princess" celebrates her 10th Birthday
St Patrick's day was actually a pretty busy day for the whole extended family all the way around. Besides being St. Patrick's Day, the half-way point to our baby's due date, and the day that we found out we're having a little girl, it was also Diva's 10th Birthday! Diva is Mom and Dad's german shepherd. And she is true to her name (which I believe was bestowed by my sister when she and Dad first brought the little puppy home :-)).
True to form, Dad ensured that the occasion was marked with much pomp and circumstance, befitting of course, for a Diva! (Note: The same amount of pomp and circumstance ensued whenever Sarah or I celebrated a birthday - minus, perhaps, the lamb and crunchy rice bits. I felt the need to clarify in case you got the wrong impression. Sarah and I were always treated by my parents as equals with the dogs ;-))
Here are some more great photos of the birthday celebrations that Dad sent us, along with his commentary (hope that's ok Dad!)
What can I say - we're a family full of animal lovers. You gotta love that. I know I do!
Happy Birthday Diva!
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The World According to Diva
Diva arrived at 564 Limoges Rd. in late April 1995. Dad had been hinting that Prinz might want a little friend to keep him company, but both Prinz and I were very surprised when a chubby little German Shepherd puppy showed up on the living room flocotti.
Posted by Sarah on March 20, 2005 6:31 PM.Prinz, not having to busy himself with the trivialities of Grade 11 like I did, was home when dad brought Diva into the house, and figured he was the most qualified to make the introductions when I got home from school. Prinz had an uncanny way with non-verbal communication. You could tell when he had news by the way he whimpered, wiggled, and worked his eyebrows. He was the only dog I've ever known who could cock one eyebrown, or smile for that matter. I knew as soon as I stepped off the bus and Prinz greeted me at the end of the driveway that something was up. He pushed me through the door, and doghandled me into the living room. I don't think he was entirely sure what to make of Diva, and wanted my second opinion. About five minutes later, after seeing Diva assert herself with me, Prinz, mom and dad, and the flocotti, she was christened, and has managed to live up to her name ever since.