Today, he turns a mighty wise two years old!
That may not sound like much, but when your life expectancy is ten to twelve years, you learn to appreciate the small milestones too.
This poor pooch has some nasty elbow problems, making it likely he won't even make it to ten. That is all sad talk for the future. Today it is time to celebrate!
Many dog owners go all out and bake a cake. I am not one of them. The beast isn't even permitted to hit my sheets.
I'm not a complete Cruella, he does have a lovely plaid, flannel and orthopaedic bed to put his noggin on at the end of the day.
But, back to the Beast. He may not have gotten a cake, but we did share a bad ass walk - I even let him smell everything he wanted to. He's got a big 'ol bone and a can of wet food waiting.
So, to my Beast, my hairy Newfoundland buddy who is always at my feet, happy birthday.
You truly are man's best friend.
Just in case you are curious as to how the Beast belonging to Linnie spends his big day:
He spends it just like any other day. My kind of guy.
How do you like to spend your birthday?
Birthday'ing with the Beast,