Big Pupi gets the blog today!
Ladies and gentlemutts, today I am celebrating a very special day. You see, this very day is my made-up birthday and my humans are guesstimating that I'm about 4 toes and a dewclaw years old.
Three years ago, over the Fourth of July holiday, I magically and mysteriously showed up at the shelter. Twenty-four hours later, my foster mom came and saved me and I partied in her home with all of her super fun pups. It was some time in the first 1/2 of August that I moved in with my humans, and it's been fun and feasting ever since! So, the combination of my early August adoption, plus the fact that my mom's lucky number is 8... that's how I got to have this special date as my special day. Sweetness!
My day started off with my favorite: a run to the bark park and then some tennis ball fetching, kiddie pool wading and territory marking activities. Unfortunately, our visit to the park didn't last long because a woman with 2 very large, very aggressive dogs showed up, hackles raised and looking for trouble. Never the type of guy to back down from a fight, my mom got me (and Stanislaw) out of there ASAP. We enjoyed a fast, hard run home and we got a great big birthday breakfeast.
ANATOMY OF A BIRTHDAY FEAST
I got extra canned salmon on mine. It was so tasty! After my feast I did my usual thrashing on the sofa and beating of my SingingChristmasTreeMouseToy, then I grabbed my lucky tennis ball and balanced it nicely on my chin rest. Then it was snoozel time. I'm hoping to dream of the vanilla ice cream that I know is heading my way later today!
Also heading my way today is a bath. While I find this totally unacceptable on my birthday, I've been told that my grandfather and uncle (on my dad's side) are coming to visit this weekend and arrive tonight. And you know what... I'm okay with smelling pleasing to humans if it means constant attention and forgiven attempts to snoozel on the pull-out sofa bed. (That, my friends, will blow your mind. More on the sofa bed another time.) I've met these two humans before and let me tell you - they are totally game for the belly rubs. I guess I can make it through a bath if it means I get 2 days'-worth of pets from 4 pairs of human hands! Dad says that they're coming in for the Red Sox game, but I think they secretly wanted to wish me a Happy Birthday in person.
Resting up for my celebration!
PS- For those of you that asked, our grandmother got our snoods from here:
They also make super snazzy collars and harnesses!