My 1st Birthday

Today is my very 1st birthday! I don't know what to do with myself. I am just so excited. Treats must be on their way to my door. Dogs from all over the neighborhood must be walking right over to wish me happy birthday right now. I am surely going to have a huge party.

Yesterday I thought I was having a party because Mommy dressed me up and put on ALL my fine Posh Poochy jewelry, collars, and some new charms. She pulled out a pink feather boa and wrapped it around me. Well... that's what she called it anyway.


It looked more like a big dead pink bird to me.


It tasted a lot like a big dead pink bird to me too. Ptewy!


All this dressing up and no guests? No doggie ice cream, no balloons to chase or streamers to chew? You have got to be kidding me.


Ok, now that's more like it. Some kibble and cold leftover Beef Stroganoff. Now I am living it up dawgie style.


And then later on last night, my relatives Aunt Jen and Uncle Paul came over and ate pizza, and I got to eat a few crusts! I love Paul and Jen... they know how to pay good attention to me (well, mostly Jen). If there is anything that annoys me beyond belief, it is guests who come over and then dare to IGNORE me. How rude!

Today my pup pal Luca's family came over and brought me a cupcake toy! My very first birthday present! I think I can get used to this. Keep 'em coming, I deserve it!

*puppy licks*

Pssst...

...guess whose 1st birthday extravaganza is starting this Saturday?

And guess what? I'm all better from my operation. Seems like that was ages ago. I wish there were some new pictures of me to show you though...

"MOM! Take some pictures of MEEEEEEE!"

*puppy licks*

You can't keep a good dog down.

After my operation, I had to wear this stupid cone on my head so I would not lick my pain patch. It looked, sounded and tasted weird having that thing on my head, but I got myself through it with pleading looks and pathetic whimpers--invitations to pamper me that no one could turn down.



See? Look at my sad Beagle eyes. Is there anything sadder than a pair of sad Beagle eyes? No. There is not. Cha-ching! Cashing in on Daddy's sympathy.

But that did not last long because the very next day the pain patch came off and I did not have to wear the conehead anymore. I tried to use my sad Beagle eyes and did get some sympathy but it just was not the same as when I wore the cone. Is it just me, or is that really messed up?

Alright alirght, my Mommy reminded me of all the special treats she gave me, how she slept with me on the couch during my recovery, and lifted me up and carried me up and down the steps, outside and inside. Ok ok ok!



These days things are much better. It has snowed over and over and we have new winter games we play together outside. One of my new favorites is Fetch the Snowball (If You Can Find It).



Sssssh--I smell squirrel...!

All back to normal.

*puppy licks*