I can't believe our sweet Asher is 12 years old.
We all celebrated his birthday with some yummy biscuits. Okay, I didn't taste them, but three out of three testers agreed that they were delicious.
We opened presents. Asher got a stuffed alligator, and lots of 'help' from his siblings with the opening. Gershwin also stole the alligator from Asher almost immediately. It's tough being the old man of the house. I'm not sure how Asher feels about everything being a 'group effort' now.
As soon as Asher sees a gift bag, tissue paper or an unopened box, he thinks it is for him. He gets so excited about packages. I love that he hasn't lost this joyful part of him. He has taught Tovah Rose how to open presents, but Gershwin hasn't quite caught on.
As you can see, he enjoyed opening everything, and is happy with his gift of a new antler bone (which I think was also stolen away from him at some point?).
And of course, Asher got lot of birthday pats.
And kisses.
And a break from the puppies to lie in the cool evening grass--one of his very favorite things in the whole world.
Asher still has more good days than bad days, enjoys his treats, initiates play with Gershwin (Tovah Rose stays away from the from boys at play!), snuggles with me in bed every night and every morning when I wake up, and loves to go for rides. He's pretty limpy and gimpy, though, so we are doing our best to give him the best quality of life possible in his golden years.
We love you Mr. Fuzz.
Blessings,
Emily
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