Bentley is going to celebrate his 9th birthday this Saturday, December 3rd. It doesn’t seem possible that it has been nine years since he was a wiggly long-eared wrinkly puppy. Then again, I can hardly remember life before he was in it. He has changed me in ways that I never dreamed possible. I will discuss that tomorrow.
You might remember on my birthday a couple of years ago when he was gracious enough to interview me. I decided it was time to ask him a few probing questions.
Me: “Bentley, thank you for agreeing to this interview. I know that you are a busy Basset.”
Bentley: “Never too busy for you, Mom. Are those the treats you promised?”
I nod and slide him a piece of jerky.
