Holly and her littermates should have received a hearty Happy Eight Month Birthday greeting a few days ago on November 18. But the day came and went without a peep from us here.
Kind of like the movie Sixteen Candles, but without all that teenage awkwardness.
Because there’s nothing awkward about Miss Holly now. Just look at her surrounded by her aura of grace and poise.
Sure, mostly nothing awkward. Do take notice of those back legs of hers, willya.
What brought this posture about? The chilly earth? Emulating a roast turkey in advance of the upcoming holiday? The desire to comply with the Sit command real good now?
Maybe simply a reminder that, at eight months old, Miss Holly is still a puppy.
Just in a bigger body.