A Decade of Berk.

As of today, Berkeley — GitM’s ombudsdog and my roommate, power animal, and all-around sheltie-american enabler — is now ten years old [0, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9].

After one does the dog-to-human-year conversion, that puts him at exactly twice my age. Here’s hoping I’m as spry, convivial, good-natured, and slightly deranged when I reach his years. Happy b-day, l’il buddy.

Will you still feed me, when I’m 63*?

A happy belated birthday to GitM’s venerable ombudsdog, Berkeley, who turned nine last week. [3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8.] Still crazy after all these years.

Eight for the Sheltie.

So I surreptitiously received some very interesting photos from the Clinton campaign this morning…

Yep, Berkeley, GitM’s resident ombudsdog and Sheltie-American, turned eight today. [3, 4, 5, 6, 7.] As you can see, he finds all the dissermatating a bit of a drag sometimes, but otherwise is his normal spastic self, particularly with other dogs, squirrels, and/or Evil afoot.

The Seven-Year Itch (and Scratch).

Berkeley, GitM’s resident Sheltie-American, turned seven today. [3, 4, 5, 6.]
Happy Berkday, bud (and, sorry, but when the current bag runs out, you’re getting switched to the Old Man Food.)

Six Years on Four Legs.

A very happy sixth birthday to Berkeley, who spent the evening celebrating with my brother (lap pictured) and sister-in-law, in town this weekend for Comic-Con. Happy b-day, l’il fella.

Dog Force Five.

I know it’s probably bad form to have two dog-pic entries in the same week, but, today is Berkeley‘s 5th birthday, and allowances must be made. Happy b-day, little buddy.

Fab Four.

Today is Berkeley‘s fourth birthday, and, as you can see, there’s much rejoicing in these parts. Well, y’know, dog rejoicing.

Raise the Roof.

A very happy birthday to Berkeley, who turns three today. Since that’s 21 in dog years, I expect all kinds of shenanigans in the apartment this evening while I’m out tutoring.