Happy 11th Birthday to Miss Hanna

                         

There's no way to put into the words the joy that my beautiful Hanna has brought me in her short life.  She was 11 weeks old when I brought her home and was all ears.  I was working ten-hour days as a school registrar that summer and the school principal let me keep her in my office (in her crate, of course).  Her job was to calm the nerves of new students when they came to register for the next year.  I don't have to tell you that she charmed them all!

That fall I enrolled her in obedience classes so she could join a therapy group. The instructor was very stern and Hanna was mischievous so she got in trouble a few times.  I have some cute memories from those classes.   She loved visiting the children's hospital and retirement homes.  Since she has developed arthritis in her spine, we no longer do therapy work.  Her job now is to take her baby aspirin every morning and spend as much of the day as she wants on the front porch taking naps with her sister, Heidi.   I run out to check on them often and sometimes we all have a nap, weather permitting.