Well blog readers, the time has finally come. I am the mother of a two year old (dog). My baby turned two on April 1st, forcibly shortening my birthday celebrations. My birthday is my favourite holiday. April 13. In case you wanted to get something in the mail, there is still time. But be quick!
When I was a very small child, I must have gotten out of hand with birthday celebrations because right before my own second birthday I was given the glorious gift of a little sister. In mid-February. No longer could I start planning my own parties and themes and joyous celebration in January. She had stolen my spot light. Understandably, I hated her for many years.
Then, right after I turned five, ANOTHER SISTER! This one in mid-May. Do you see how they neatly curbed my creative process? My birthday party was effectively cut down to be slightly under eight weeks. How is a girl to live like that?
Then, almost exactly two years ago, I did myself in. Adopting a dog/son whose birthday was practically the same as mine. It must have been his snuggly little body, his puppy dog eyes, his slobbery little self, only true love could ever infringe on my favourite holiday and get away with it the way he has. (I know, you are asking yourself, how much attention could a dog birthday get? I am getting to that part. Please be patient.)
If seeing dogs treated better than most of the humans on this planet makes you feel ill - well you better skip these next few pictures because it got a little out of hand!
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| A trip to the cottage for the most spoiled dog in the world. |
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| His cage was decorated! |
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| Dog cupcakes of course! |
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| He might be all grown up, but he will always be my little baby! |
With the dog's birthday as my benchmark, I hope you have a birthday that is at least this good, and maybe a little bit better. Rainbow chip cupcakes anyone??
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