Hey y’all… Happy here!
I gotta apologize for my mom not getting an Oh, Happy Day! post up earlier. I just knew that when she and daddy headed out last night dressed to the nines… this was bound to happen – I call it puppy’s intuition. Errr, I mean, doggie’s intuition, considering the fact that I’m a full one year old now. That’s right, folks, one whole year. Don’t mess.
I told mom to make smart choices…
But, considering the fact that she was pretty much useless all day today, I don’t think she listened.
At least I know daddy keeps her in line… now he’s a smart one.
So like I was saying… I knew that somebody had to take action and keep the blog afloat, and that somebody was definitely not gonna be Momma HappyTales. She was too busy lounging around on the coach, sipping some kind of drink and talkin’ some mumbojumbo about how she wished she had a tub of cottage cheese (cottage cheese, mom?? Really?) Yeah, I don’t ask questions. All I know is that she and daddy went grocery shopping, and amongst other things… came back with not one, but two tubs of cottage cheese. My humans are so strange.
But that’s okay, because these strange humans love me oodles and oodles. In fact, they’ve been makin’ me feel special this whole past week.
It all started last weekend with a trip to PetSmart.
They told me I could pick out one brand-spankin’ new squeaker toy.
I searched high…
…and I searched low
There were just so many options!
Fiiiiinally, I settled on a rockin’ new chew-toy…
We even picked out some new food for me…ADULT dog-food.
Sadly, the parentals wouldn’t let me break in Mr. MooCow when we got home. They made me wait until my actual birthday-day to play with my new toy. I dealt with it, though, because that’s what mature dogs do. But in all honesty, it was really hard to wait. Especially since they “hid” it in plain view. Again, I was okay with it… because I noticed they added a little sumthin-sumthin to the birthday loot.
Tuesday was my actual birthday-day, and when mommy and daddy got home from work, the celebration was ON!
After lots of running and romping around with Mr. MooCow, I finally setteled into my new bed.
Carrot > Mr. MooCow (and anything, really)
After some treats, the parental units forced the camera on me and made me take a picture of them… they were celebrating some kind of anniversary-nonsense (2.5 years of something-er-other…really? Who does that?! WHO?)
Like I said before… I don’t ask questions.
And that’s probably a good thing.
Do your humans do anything weird? Did your humans throw you a birthday party? Do you sometimes think you are smarter than your humans? Are you a fan of cottage cheese?