Birthday

My pup turns 4 today. Since he was a stray, we weren’t sure when his actual birthday was (though we did know it was sometime in the summer of 2005), so I decided what better day than July 4 to have a birthday?  Beauregard was mum on the subject, which I took to be tacit approval.

I may have been a little unfair in yesterday’s assessment of Independence Day, but I am working on the whole concept of take a holiday you don’t particularly care for and turn it into one you do. So far it’s working.

Here he is thinking about catching his own birthday treat in the form of a squirrel out front.  Little does he know that frosty paws may be involved later.

Did someone say frosty paws?  I’m ready right about now, actually.  And I’d like a birthday crown.

Happy Birthday to the U. S. of A. too!