My Minibella is four years old today. After about 450 attempts, she just now decided to let me take her picture to commemorate the occasion.
I can’t believe it’s been that long! This photo was taken the weekend we brought her home in May of 2008:

She was so freakin’ cute, wasn’t she? Even cuter than Taz, maybe. So why did we start keeping her short? Besides the fact she prefers it, there’s this photo of what would happen to Mini at camp…

Happy birthday to my pretty princess!
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Awww. Happy birthday, Mini!
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Happy birthday, Mini. Did she get any presents?
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Happy Birthday MINI! Hope she had a special treat!
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Awww! She IS a pretty princess! Happy Birthday, Mini!
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We did buy Mini a birthday gift. A stuffing-free stuffed raccoon with squeakers in the head and tail. By throwing ourselves on a squirming Taz, she was about to play with it for about forty-five seconds before Taz broke free, took it and put it in his crate. He can’t work the lock, though, and the raccoon was eventually liberated.