Surely she didn't care about presents and fanfare, but HRH did, so after I picked her up from school, she convinced me to stop at the store to get party hats, candles, and a balloon.
Considering the day I'd had, I was only too happy to get my dog a birthday balloon if it brought joy to my little girl.
So, things I've learned:
- Holding a phone, dog treats, and a party hat while trying to put a balloon around a dog's leg is not the smartest or easiest feat ever.
- Coonhounds have no fear of eating a lit candle when said candle has been plunked into an easily accessible pupcake.
Narrowly averting disasters makes any birthday party more exciting.
Thankfully, I did get Zooey and HRH to take a few cute (albeit fuzzy because kid and dog) snaps to commemorate the big 0-6 before letting Zooey dig in to her treat while HRH enjoyed a chocolate-sweet potato muffin.
Happy birthday, sweet Zooey. You're my running buddy and constant companion. I hope you live forever, because I can't imagine my life without you.
|Her birthday present - the Kong Wobbler|
|"Give me the entire treat bag for this."|
|The birthday girl and her party planner|
|"Take the damn picture - I want my pupcake!"|
|Gone. Who needs to chew? Or breathe, really.|