My precious pup pal Bella turned eleven last week. Although I have noticed she spends a little more time snoozing these days, she still gives Beary a run for his money when they are playing zoomies or having a rambunctious game of bitey face.

Whether I’ve been out for a coffee, or a long day at work, I can still hear the thump of her tail as she stands on the other side of the front door waiting for me to come in, always with a toy in her mouth to share with me.

We had a little vegan ice cream party at home – Bella and Beary had a dollop of nut paste and a treat on top of theirs.

I came home the day after her birthday to find that she’d somehow figured out how to open the new rubbish bin and helped herself to the leftovers! Who said you can’t teach an old dog new tricks? Not bad for her early 70s {in human years that is}.

To the dog who stole my heart and who I love more than she’ll ever know: happy birthday fuzzy soul mate. We can only hope for eleven more!