Around this time of year as the weather warms up, Emmie becomes sluggish on her daily walks. She's her usual excited self at the beginning, but as the walk wears on I have to coax her along. Every year I think she's getting older and slowing down. After her yearly haircut, though, she's back to prancing with puppy-like enthusiasm. The downside to her resurrection is that without her long fur, she looks like a boy. So instead of calling her Emmie, she becomes Emmett.