I would be remiss if I didn’t give a shout out to my fur mom, Kitty. (In the picture above, she’s dressed up for her Halloween birthday as Wonder Woman). Her birthday was a couple of days ago, and she turned 10! I know that doesn’t sound very old, but only about 20% of Berners live to be that old, and my fur dad was one, and now my fur mom is another.
And, yes, people ask me why my fur mom’s name is Kitty. It has NOTHING to do with Gunsmoke or cats (yuck!). She lives with two Navy humans, and they are not crazy. They just like planes and ships that carry planes, and stuff like that. (Think Kitty Hawk and then check Wikipedia).
My Mom wanted to have me for a long, long, long time, so she searched to find just the right breeder who focused on longevity and who was willing to sell a puppy to my Mom who hadn’t even had a dog who competed in obedience, agility, nose work, Barn Hunt, etc. That’s how she came across Elaine who had my fur dad, Tucker, and my fur mom, Kitty.
Mom tells me stories about watching me on a thing called puppy cam and watching Kitty taking care of me and my siblings. I get my super, duper energy from Kitty, so I’m really thankful for her.
Happy birthday, Kitty. I hope you have many more years filled with good health.