three years and a bit

I missed Maya's gotcha day by more than a month.  Oh well.  Lately, we've had so many random celebrations that trying to hit a specific day would just be silly.  For the record though, we've now had Maya in our lives for three years and a bit.

At this moment, right now, I don't think I've ever been happier with Maya.  Next year, perhaps I'll read this and laugh, thinking how much better things have become.  Time tends to give that perspective; right now, it's hard to imagine.

Maya remains a "hands off" dog, except to a select few.  I have had Maya for over three years, and, in that time, I can count the number of people who've touched her on the fingers of both hands.  Almost all of those people are professionals -- trainers, veterinarians and staff, and so on -- who are experienced in dealing with 'dogs with issues.'  When I say that things are wonderful with Maya, I do not mean that every facet of life comes easily to her (or to me).

But ask me to tell you something wonderful about my dog and I can't stop talking.  She is so smart.  She tries so hard.  She learns so fast, and thinks that learning is almost the most fun a dog can have.  She is great company on a hike, or great company if I feel like lazing around the house.  She is hilarious.  She smells good.  She has the best ears.  She makes mornings feel brighter.  She teaches me things about the world.  She is a good friend.  When I smile at her, her whole body lights up.  When I sing to her, she dances.

This moment, right now, is a good one.