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Happy Birthday to you. Happy Birthday to you. Happy Birthday, Dear Queen Natasha the Evil. Happy Birthday to you.
Yes, twelve years ago today, a certain puppy was born . . . and the world has never been the same since. She has always been headstrong, willful, obstinate . . . and able to wrap the Hu-Dad around her paw from the minute she entered Chez Herd.
We are often asked why we call her “the Evil.” The best way to explain is one of two simple stories.
The first involves dear Rusty the Rooster, about the sweetest, most good-natured dog to ever live at Chez Herd. Rusty was curled up one night on the couch beside Hu-Dad, sleeping soundly. Queen Natasha was walking by, reached up, grabbed Rusty by the neck, and yanked him out into thin air. Rusty woke up with a little Wile E. Coyote look on his face before crashing to the ground.
Queen Natasha just kept walking, quite pleased with herself.
In our old house, we had two dog doors – one from the house to a screened-in porch. The other from that porch to the yard. Queen Natasha loved to start a game of chase, leading the pack in a circle from the house through the first door – flap, flap, flap, flap, flap, flap – down the porch through the second door – flap, flap, flap, flap, flap, flap – out into the yard. She used her speed to get far in front of the others before re-entering the first door – flap. She would turn and throw her body across the door opening – just as the other dogs tried to enter – crash, bang, crunch, thud, woo.
The grin on her face would tell it all. She thoroughly loved her moments of mischief.
Just yesterday morning, as Natasha was doing zoomies around the house, Hu-Dad asked her if she ever planned to grow up. She just grinned her sly little grin and answered Hu-Dad the same way she has for twelve years – “No.”
Happy Birthday, Queen Natasha the Evil. We will all serve your every need on this special day. Just like we do on every other day of the year.
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