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It's a puppy party!

Okay. If you're not a dog person, you can skip this post altogether.

You've been warned.

Just bear in mind that I spent the first 36 years of my life not being a dog person too.

And now I'm a dog person.

I even throw birthday parties for dogs.

Or at least today I did.

Gracie is a year old today.

The kids and I made her a cake. (Ingredients: baby food chicken, butter, oil, eggs, flour, baking powder and beef jerky.) It actually smelled pretty good while it was baking, but then I had to remind me that it was a cake with meat in it... ew.

We bought her a new toy.

We gave her her very first real bone.

We sang.

We hugged.

We love our dog.

Happy Birthday, Gracie!

Comments

  1. Anonymous8:47 PM

    Okay, that is just too weird.

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  2. Susie9:31 PM

    That's one lucky pup, Cathy :) My parents did the same thing for my childhood dog. Just for the first dog, though.

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  3. Talena9:38 AM

    Cute dog! Great pics!

    Hi, Cathy.

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  4. Jenny L.4:56 PM

    Not weird at all. :)

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