Hello again! I told you I'd be back soon. And I should have been back sooner. It's not my fault. It isn't Grandma's fault, either. The lady who does this blog for us went off on a vacation (imagine that!) and then she had to see a doctor about something or other. I guess she just didn't appreciate the IMPORTANCE of this post...
... because I am now TEN years old!
How much is that in dog years? I don't know. I don't have enough paws to count that high. Of course, some humans would say I'm OOOOOOLD (giving a slight doggy inflection to that word). But I'm exactly the right age!
Grandma and I don't get OOOOOOLD... we just get better and better and better. And that's a fact.
So...
Here I am with Grandma and my buddy Alexa. Like me, Alexa was a Canine Companions for Independence puppy. Like me, Alexa opted for a different career, and went back to Deb, who raised her. She's been my BFF (Best Furry Friend) for years, and is always the first one I invite to my parties. (My Canine Companions for Independence friends will be glad to know that Alexa's mama's breeder/caretaker was Cath Phillips.)
Of course, Grandma is really the first, because she has to plan everything. And Grandma plans the best parties!
Alexa may not look too happy in that picture, but she really was delighted. Grandma had a present for HER, too!
Alexa and I played ball for a good long time. Then we decided to rest for a while. We didn't want to muss up our fur.
After that, we put on our beautiful party hats...
... and sat admiring the sign that tells us what the occasion is. We were really impressed with it! Too bad we don't know how to read.
We didn't get any birthday cake. Grandma loves me too much to let me eat what's bad for me. But she did let us have birthday treats (you'll see what they looked like later on). We liked them so much that we didn't even notice my hat was coming off.
This is the REAL birthday cake. Just out of kindness to us, Grandma ate it herself, with a human friend.
Get a load of this birthday table! What presents! Having another birthday isn't a bad thing at all.
Now, THIS birthday cake (look to the right) was really for me! It squeaks!
I got a box in the mail. It was from my PR Mom and Dad. Unhappily, they don't live nearby, but they always remember my birthday. I could hardly wait to open it... but I was good. Want to know what was in it?
Well, I can't show it to you. It was a bone, and I loved it. Grandma always supervises that sort of play, so when it wore out it disappeared, but I sure enjoyed it for a while.
I'll be back to enchant you again with stories another time!
