tuesday dogblogging

Another big event passed about a week ago, and silly me, I almost forgot to mention it! Dylan, the ravenous beast you see above, turned two. All together now: Awwwwww.

Of course I baked him a cake. Last year he got a carrot cake with cream cheese frosting, but this year I forgot until the last minute so he had to have a yellow cake with chocolate frosting, because that was the only cake mix I happened to have on hand. But he got his piece before I frosted the rest of it, because of that whole dogs and chocolate thing (which I'm a little suspicious of, just for the record, since every dog I know has stolen an entire pan of brownies from the counter at some point in his life, and none of them have even gotten very sick).

Two is supposed to be this big milestone for dogs, sort of like eighteen is for people. Once they hit the magic birthday, dogs are All Grown Up. They're supposed to stop eating shoes, start sleeping in past six, and stop shoving their nasty slimy toys in your face when you're trying to watch TV. They become calm, cool, and collected. Responsible adults, in other words.

Yesterday he tried to pee on a bag of cat litter at Petco. I'm not going to hold my breath.