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Chewing and Mischief and other things during my day

Ode to Brittany

My human mom is kind of sad right now. She had a dog a long time before I came along. She is a small dog named Brittany. She got Brittany instead of a ten speed bicycle before her tenth birthday. Mom knew Brittany when she was about three weeks old. Sh,e wanted to name her "Princess Poopsie" because she made a mess on her first human dad's shirt the first time Mom met her. Her human mom didn't want to call the new puppy Princess or Poopsie, so they settled on the name "Brittany." Brittany, a silky terrier used to play with tennis balls like a seal. She would bop the ball to whoever's name was called. Brittany was really active until she was about twelve years old, I really wish I could have seen that. When I met her she was blind. She still tries to bite my tail when I wag it in front of her face. I try to play with her, but she is pretty small, and mom doesn't want me to hurt her when I play a little rough. Brittany is really old, and when we went to visit my human grandpa over Christmas, she had two seizures. That scared my mom a lot. Yesterday, mom got a call from human grandma and step-grandpa and they said they were going to put Brittany to sleep. She has been having a lot more seizures. Brittany is almost 19 human years, the way I calculate it, she is almost 133 dog years old, and I am only about 8 dog years old! I really wish I knew her when she was 8 dog years old... We would have gotten into a lot of trouble, and had a lot of fun!
Well, for now, mom is pretty sad, she has had Brittany for well over half her life. I am trying to cheer her up, I keep licking her face when she cries. She laughs and pets me, but I know she still feels bad. It will probably take a little while before she feels better, but I think I am doing a pretty good job trying to cheer mom up. I think she thinks so too.