It was Carly Simon’s birthday yesterday, or maybe today, possibly tomorrow. We’re not sure, so we celebrate all three days with parties, parades and liver-flavored cakes. We also call her Carlton. She’s ten and we’ve had her for 8.25 of those years.
Here’s a brief timeline of her life.
She started out as a show dog.
After her career, she shied from the spotlight and spent a lot of time lounging, recharging her batteries.
She enjoys standing on a wall watching things.
She frequently hides behind things.
She’s into scenic walks as long as there are treats and drinks.
If you give her a toy, she destroys it.
She’ll allow some people to share space with her on a chair.
The driving lessons are coming a long just fine.
She enjoys festive headgear and doesn’t find it all humiliating.
At the end of a long day of lounging, she enjoys a hard-earned nap. And there you have it.
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Happy birthday Carley Simon. Much love, Aunt Barbara