Sunday, August 21, 2011

Happy Birthday to the beast

As the SAHM I am expected to remember all the obscure and important details in my children's lives, and since I regard the dog as another child, I have his information as well. I mentioned to the girls that Elliot's birthday was at the end of August sometime. I thought the 22nd. Turns out, upon further investigation of his papers, he was born on the 21st. A fact no one remembered.

The kids and I decided he needed a cake and some presents and so we spent Saturday shopping.  We ended up purchasing some fancy dog cookies instead of a cake and we got him three gifts which Madison wrapped when we got home.  This morning we gave Elliot a cookie and wished him a happy birthday.  Darcy's plan was to have a little party and invite some dogs from the neighborhood over for some cookies, but Elliot had other plans.


 
He found the three presents and sniffed out the one he wanted.  He carried it off and opened it, pulling it off piece by piece, spitting out each piece as he ripped.  When he finally unwrapped it, with some girl help, he carried off the bone and spent a good thirty minutes killing it.  By this time the girls had wandered off and started packing their backpacks for tomorrow's first day of school.  Sneakily, since everyone was busy, Elliot casually wandering back to where the presents were and picked up another one.

This one was a ball and he had no trouble unwrapping it.  He was quite happy with it and spent a good fifteen minutes squeaking it and throwing it up in the air.  He pushed it around with his paw and barked at it, squeaked it some more, tossed it across the room and than ran after it.  It was the greatest toy ever.

Later we sang happy birthday to him, without the neighborhood dogs, and he got another cookie.  Happy Birthday little Elliot, two years old today.

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