Our beautiful little dachshund celebrated her first birthday today, and we made sure to pull out all the stops for the occasion. Bunting, presents, cupcakes, a visit from her labrador bestie, and a birthday tea of hotdogs (mostly for us) heralded the transition of Schnitzel from puppy to full dog. Make no mistake, she was one excited pooch!
I'm going to be soppy for a moment. When we finally decided to get Schnitzel, I I knew I'd love her - but I didn't realise quite how much I'd love her. I thought she'd be more for Lizzie, but since she arrived in our life last November, Schnitz has wormed her way firmly into my heart, and is now lodged there for good. I adore this little sausage dog, I can't actually imagine not having her around in my world. She's the ultimate pick-me-up, the happy welcome home when you've had a bad day, the constant reminder that somebody loves you, especially during times of great difficulty. Schnitzel's affection is infectious and unconditional - I know people often say these things about their dogs, but until I experienced it first-hand, I never truly understood this. She's a little wonder, and one of the shining stars in my life.
Schnitzel, you're my dog in a million, and we both love having you in our lives. Never change, keep being ridiculous, hilarious, uber-loving and generally pooch perfect, and even though you cannot read this blog, please always know how much we love you. Happy first birthday, sausage wonder.
