HRH Scarlett O'Hara

Lady of the house turns 9 today. Tara has gray nose, gray eyelashes, and gray hair poking out of her ears, but she still runs to the kitchen when I'm cutting cheese. She has plenty of small boyfriends (dachshunds, german spitzs, chihuahuas, pomeranians) sniffing her toes: sometimes she looks puzzled when a small suitor runs around her feet. When a strange bitch enters her territory she either makes friends (if the stranger submits) or raises hell (if she tries to question her rule). She has a couple of enemies in the neighborhood and a lot of neutral friends she either greets or ignores.

Tara's getting stubborn and wants to choose where we'll walk. Usually, she wants to visit the railway station, Stockmann department store, or "granny kiosk" ie a corner shop where dog's are allowed (and she'll get a treat from the owner). But she likes traveling by metro best: she knows the way to the nearest station, drags me down the stairs, right to the elevator, and then we'll travel two stations to Sörnäinen. She's a funny old lady.