The first birthday boy was Peanut Butter. He turned two in October – or terrible two if you will.
Of course there was cake as well. I called his last one frankencake but this one was even more of an eyesore! My dogs are raw fed so I prefer to make my own cakes so I know exactly what’s in them. Do you know what’s great about dogs? They only care about how it tastes, and this monstrosity was a big hit at his little party.
Because Butters lost his off-lead privileges he hadn’t hung out with his Tuesday morning friends for ages. So I booked Happy Little Howlers for a little party so he could play with them and some of his daycare friends AND his sister who he hadn’t seen since she was adopted (at 9wks).
There were a horrible couple of days a few months ago when I thought Bruno wasn’t going to make it to double digits so I went a bit overboard with his tenth birthday production. Butters went to daycare so he got to have all of my attention (apart from the way too long I spent trying to make a balloon garland, never again) and he got cake, treats and presents. Some visitors stopped by to wish him a happy birthday (and got roped into blowing up balloons), which made him smile and wag his tail big time. Then he finished off the day with a laser treatment on his back and some more treats.
