Our party went to the dogs
Claudia turned one year old yesterday. Gail, who doesn’t believe in birthdays, thought we should have a party. I’ve never said no to a party, and neither has Claudia.
We invited a bunch of dogs, and said their owners could come, too. I found out that the pet store sells dog treats that were appropriate for the event:
I had to find some thing to put out for the two legged guests:
Wrigley arrived, bringing Jill Mclean. Wrigley is a tiny Malti-poo, who moves so fast I never really got a clear photo of him.
Claudia did a nice job of hostessing, greeting her guests politely.
Elmer showed up with Reed:
Elmer heard there would be treats. Nothing keeps Elmer from treats.
Reed seemed to be holding court with Elmer, Martha and Claudia:
We finally got to meet Rosie, brought by Ed and Sheryl:
Rosie has some dysplasia and arthritis, has just had surgery and wasn’t allowed to run and play much. She’s a beautiful chocolate lab.
Martha came with Lisa. She’s a chubby little thing, always smiling. (Martha. Lisa not chubby.)
You can’t have a birthday party without ice cream and cake.
There were presents, too. This bear, with squeaky toys in all four paws, came from Rosie:
We all had a riotous time. The dogs jumped and played, the adults just chatted and laughed when something funny happened, or all 5 dogs started barking at once for no apparent reason.
When it was time to go home, Rosie looked sad:
Wrigley doesn’t know how to look sad:
Thanks to all our friends and their dogs who came to celebrate Claudia’s big day. We had a wonderful time with you, and look forward to doing it again.