
Let me just say, I'm sorry. I am a relatively normal and otherwise sane person
most of the time....but when it comes to Laika in particular, I have a soft spot.

No...I know that she doesn't REALLY know it's her birthday and of course No...I know she didn't really ASK to go to New York for her birthday.

But after we moved to St. Simons and I would sit up late at night and watch Sex and the City, she would sit up with me. And watch. We bonded.

I could identify with SATC as I missed my own girl family so badly some days that it was hard to describe. DC and New York seemed so far away back then, so it seemed to be
the right thing to do.

So if I say for her 18th birthday that my girl's going to New York, then for her 18th birthday, then
my girl's a-going to New York.
KnowwhatI'mtalkinabout??
Fortunately....

... John is exceptionally tolerant of this kind of behavior either out of sheer desperation, quiet submission, or just the fact that he loves me.
It's number three, and one of the many ways I know I found him for a reason.

So after breakfast, it was time for Laika's big moment.
We found just the right handsome cab...a nice emerald green one (the fellow was from the Emerald Isle, as it turned out), and we were off.
Laika sported her birthday boa and tiara, and took in her moments of glory.
At least in my mind. And that little dog did smile.

People cooed, I smiled, and even John enjoyed giving her the extra attention.
After all, if he had gotten a bebe when he got her, the child would be going to college now :).

Plus really: It's fun to see the world through your own eyes, but isn't it grand to see it through the eyes of those you love, be they man or beast?

After the carriage ride, I told John (who had understandably begged for me to not have her wear the boa on the walk to the park) in a very Carrie voice, you go on to the hotel, I'm a walkin my dog down 5th Avenue for her Birthday.

We had a quick photo shoot at the Plaza Fountain and we were off. A few poses at Bergdorf's, a few poses in front of the Trump tower, a few stops with passersby who admired her and wanted to pet her (including a few strangers who took her picture), and many birthday wishes from those who inquired.

She was so sassy. She was so City.

She was my Birthday Girl.
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Happy Birthday Road Sister! I'm sorry I couldn't be there to celebrate this birthday Laika... but I was there in spirit. To quote Sex in the City, your pictures look fan-f***ing-tastic!!!!
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