Showing posts with label family. Show all posts
Showing posts with label family. Show all posts

Sunday, May 14, 2017

Happy Mum's Day, 2017


I love my mum the best of everyone I know.  I decided she was best the first night I came here a long time ago when she spent the night on the floor with me so I wouldn't be afraid.  

My mum loves me, too.  Sometimes I make her laugh.  She says I'm the dearest Airedale she knows.

This photo was taken almost nine years ago when I was three.  I'm 11 years old now.  I have white eyebrows and my muzzle is turnin' white, too.  Sometimes Mum gets weepy because she knows Airedales don't live as long as their people.  

I'm just gonna keep lovin' her, though, no matter how old I get.

Happy Mum's Day, Mum.  I love you.

from Hannah.
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Tuesday, October 15, 2013

My Nephew and Me

These are photos of my nephew and me.  He's 15 months old now and came to visit with his mom for a few days.  It was interesting having a boy my size around.  Well, he's a shorty so maybe I am still taller than him.... 

Here we are looking out the door together.  Mum forgot to put the flash on so she got these photos that're sort of shadowy.

Here I am looking out the door and Mali is petting me.  He was very gentle to me and I was pretty gentle to him, too.  Mum said I have to be very careful around him because he's a new walker.  He likes to hold little things and really liked my tags but my mum wouldn't let him have them.

My sister was afraid I'd be jealous of him but I wasn't.  I just made sure Mum didn't forget me and that I'm her best girl.

They are coming to visit again for Thanksgiving.  I'm looking forward to turkey then!  How about you?

--Hannah.

Thursday, July 19, 2012

My Sister Has a New Toy and She Won't Share!

We rode and rode and rode.

Part of the time I stuck my nose out of the window.
(My mum took this photo through her rear view mirror.)

And part of the time I laid down.

While we were visiting I watched one of my sisters
bake an apple pie but I didn't get to try any.

I slept on this jello-y bed.

And my other sister came with her new toy.
I didn't know what it was at first because all they said
was that it was a "baby named Malachi."

Then it started making noises and I knew it was a new toy.
I love squeaky toys! I wanted to chew on it but they told me
I could only look and sniff because it's a baby boy.
I got a good sniff and I'm going to be ready for the next time!
We'll play, play, play - and I'll make him squeak, squeak, squeak.
It should be lots of fun.