I know you’ve heard a lot from me lately, but today I really HAD TO write. Last Friday was my 3-year Adoptiversary, and man did I score! I started the day by receiving a snazzy new collar that totally complements my caramel color. I came to work as usual, but I had a sneaking suspicion that something special was going on when Marianne got out the camera and started snapping pictures of me. Then I smelled something, an aroma both familiar and delightful.
It was bacon.
In honor of the occasion, Marianne made me a peanut butter carrot cake, topped with maple-bacon-cream cheese frosting. Yum! It wasn’t exactly a gourmet’s creation, but it made me feel pretty special. The whole office came out to watch me eat, which was a little embarrassing, but I managed to muddle through. Here you can see me, the new collar, the cake, and a bottle of Bowser Beer. No party would be complete without beer, right?
After the party ended, I got to my favorite part…tearing up the wrapping tissue. All this excitement was immediately followed by a serious food coma that lasted well into the afternoon. I can’t remember when I last felt so good.
Well Brutus, consider yourself one lucky dog. My family adopted me 8 years ago and I don’t get jack!!! No cake, no treats, no new collar. The last gift I got was a Quiet Spot (upon your recommendation I might add) and that was just to shut me up. Tell Marianne to invite me next year. That cake looked amazing!!!!
Well Brutus, consider yourself one lucky dog. My family adopted me 8 years ago and I don’t get jack!!! No cake, no treats, no new collar. The last gift I got was a Quiet Spot (upon your recommendation I might add) and that was just to shut me up. Tell Marianne to invite me next year. That cake looked amazing!!!!