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But can you get her to blow out the candles?

We're celebrating a birthday in our family today.
No, Henry's 3rd is in November. My next birthday is in December. Tim's isn't until next summer.
Today, Friday the 13th, is the 1st birthday of our dear Maggie, aka The Killer. (A little ominous, eh?)

Is it normal to celebrate a dog's birthday? I wonder how many people out there sing Happy Birthday to their pooch? Or bake a cake and decorate it? Or wrap presents and sit around cackling while she tries to rip apart the paper and ribbon?

Whether it's normal or not, we're doing it tonight.

Does she deserve presents and cake and such, after attacking my backside a few weeks ago? Probably not, but she's still technically a baby dog and didn't know better. Jury's still out on whether Santa Claus will be as understanding and forgiving. We'll see in a couple months.

Comments

AnneR said…
I had an honest-to-gooodness first birthday party for Harry. Got a cake from HyVee (for the humans) and everything. So you certainly won't hear any negative commentary from me. We celebrated my family dog's birthday every June, too. Mom bought our family favorite, a chocolate pistachio cake, and Captain got a slice and always promptly barfed it up. (Obviously it wasn't yet commonly known that chocolate is toxic to dogs.)
Brianne said…
Y'know I bet you'd be surprised at how many people do things like that for their pets.

We've never done anything like that but it sure sounds like fun. :) I'd LOVE to watch the pups back in Wichita rip open presents. Zoe would probably be scared of them. hehe

Do they make bum-shaped chew toys?

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