
Our little girl is 5 today. She’s full of energy and obsessed with flashlights. She sits with me when I cry, loves to chase her tennis balls and Frisbees and loves ‘tickles’ on her legs and ‘scritches’ on her bum and knows the difference between the two.
What we’ve been so happy to see in her is how she is with the kids we’ve had in our home so far. She’s patient and sweet with them and follows them around with her stuffed giraffe in her mouth hoping they’ll play with her.
The girl we had with us over the weekend was nervous about meeting a big dog. After a few minutes, K and Jill were friends, and Jill put up with K bossing her around all weekend. When I drove K back home, she wanted to have Jill come with us in the car. Both of them fell asleep in the back seat, with Jill’s head nestled against K’s leg, and K’s arm around Jill.
Who knew that Jill would become somewhat of a therapy dog?
We love you, little Jill.






