Buh buh buh burthday

Who doesn't love birthdays? I do! Even the ones that aren't mine.

Earlier this month, Darren's eldest celebrated hers and we got to join in the party. It's great living by family!


It was just a casual affair- opening presents, eating cake and treats, giggling with my friends.

Well, I didn't really do that last part, that was the birthday girl's job.


They even painted little ceramic figurines. Lovely!

Fun was had by all. See:

I told you.

You know who else had a birthday? Pogo! She's 10! I can't believe it. People still mistake her for a puppy.

We don't know exactly when her birthday is, so we decided, long ago, to celebrate on my Aunt's birthday. Doesn't that make you feel honored, Aunt Kay?


We did lots of fun Pogo things to make her feel special. Like taking her on a walk. Pogo loooves her walks!


We take turns being the leashman, because we looove her walks too!


On this walk, we gave her extra long sniff breaks.


And extra chances to be cute.


AND she got to leap through the icky, mosquito-infested standing water on the sidewalk. Whee!


Then at home, I'd say "Happy birthdaaaaaay!" and she'd howl and howl. And then I'd howl too. What a couple of hound dogs.


And Sean made a Pogo blanket basket. She liked it for about 8 seconds.


And of course, we played tug of war with her ball. How she loves that ball and only her ball. Try any other toy and she'll turn away in disgust. She has very elite taste. But that's okay, because it's her birthday.

Happy Birthdaaaaay Pogo! Arooooo!