Earlier this week (Monday to be exact) our furry child turned the big fat TEN years old.
Look how sweet he was as a puppy with his feet in the water bowl? That was his first day at our Arizona apartment. We had just moved from SC to AZ about a month earlier with no jobs. Just an adventure to see if we could make it. Weeks later, Daddy Roo and I landed jobs and BOOM, time to get a puppy.
We named his Trajan (TRAY-JAN). A Roman emperor. While unintentional, it really was the perfect name. Trajan was an emperor but also a builder (hubby’s an architect) and it’s a font (I did print design back in the day).
This yellow labby has hiked with us, been across the country with us and swam with us. He once hurt his paws hiking and had to get surgery on his paw pads. He’s been through the bringing home of two children from the hospital (many sniffs ensued of that new baby smell) and getting crawled on by curious babies. He got diabetes a couple of years ago, going blind within the year.
But he’s still the same mellow, happy, sweet dog.
We thought the kids would get a kick out of Trajan getting a birthday “cake.” So, we went to a fancy dog bakery and bought a peanut butter treat thingie with yogurt-based “frosting.” Big Roo made him a sign that said “Trajan roks” and “Trajan is the best dog in the hol wid wuld.”
And then we sang him Happy Birthday and he chowed down. Dogs deserve a little special treatment too.
Unfortunately for us, we didn’t think this treat through for a diabetic dog. While the cake didn’t have sugar, it was loaded with carbs. And so after an evening of celebration, we spent the night letting Trajan go outside to pee… again… and again… and again. Six times in all, I think.
I told Daddy Roo it was like back in college when your friend has a birthday and you give them too many shots and then you have to take care of them all night. Just like that but with a diabetic dog.
Ah well, we still love those beady eyes and those puppy-soft ears. Happy birthday, Trajan!