Happy Birthday, Bremo!

It was 11 years ago last weekend that we took in the very pregnant Maggie, and it was 11 years ago today that she delivered Bremo, and nine others. 

Bremo has lived here his entire life and he has led a very sheltered life.  He hasn't traveled or seen much of the world.  He's always been very much a homebody.  No one has ever been mean to him and it would never occur to him to be mean to anyone else, human or canine.  To Bremo, strangers are simply new people who could pet him and/or feed him. 

We never taught him anything.  He learned from the other dogs around here and followed his own instincts, which all seem to be good.  Eleven years old for a dog his size is pretty old, but Bremo has always been very healthy.  When he was a pup he got attacked by bees or wasps and we had to rush him to the vet because his leg was swollen up to the point he couldn't walk on it, but I think that's the only non-routine vet visit we've ever had with him.   He is taking a thyroid supplement now, but a good genetic mix, good food, plenty of exercise, and good routine care has made for a remarkably healthy dog.

In a household that has included several high maintenance, pain-in-the-ass dogs, Bremo has always been a rock solid, steady, easy-going guy.  An "easy keeper" if ever there was one, and believe me, I appreciate that. 

Happy birthday Bremo.  Our little pup has grown up. 

We head to New Orleans on Sunday.  This week has been frantic with getting ready to go and I'm not ready yet.  Blogging has been slow this week because of that and may be even less frequent next week.