Yesterday, I told you guys that we celebrated Puppyface’s birthday. I know that some people aren’t dog people or even really pet people at all, so it might be hard to understand why you’d celebrate a pet’s birthday, but let me tell you, this 60 pound ball of gray fur is pretty much the best thing that ever happened to me and Babyface. And you better bet we are going to celebrate her!
If you read back to her story, you’ll notice that we actually have no idea when Puppyface’s birthday is. She was dumped, hit by a car, and found her way into the lake on my parent’s property to soothe her wounds. But the vet estimated her age at 10 months based on her teeth, so we then and there decided her birthday was August 17th-ish, 2006, which makes yesterday her 5th birthday.
So what do you do to celebrate a puppy birthday?
Well, first of all, you get her some puppy cupcakes!
She was mega excited about these. Puppyface is generally excited by anything that is in any kind of packaging. For some reason, she assumes when we are opening a package of something that it is for her. This time it actually was.
She was a little confused by them at first, but eventually pulverized a cupcake.
Then she dug into the rest of her birthday bag o’ fun.
What was in it? A metric ton of squeaky toys! Her favorite. I think we crammed 5-6 in there. Because she doesn’t have nearly enough toys already. She was very excited.
(Please forgive our empty, messy, plastic-covered living room. Still no progress since the tornado.)
While the Puppyface blissfully bounced back and forth between various new squeaky toys, Babyface and I decided we wanted to try the puppy cupcakes ourselves. Of course, we filmed the results.
Ha! “What’s it taste like?” “Uh, a dog cupcake.”
Later in the afternoon, we leashed up the Puppyface and took her out for a hike at one of our favorite parks in town, Leonard Springs. It has SUCH beautiful waterfalls and awesome views. Puppyface likes any place that has water.
This is one very, very happy PF. And an equally happy PF Mama.
It’s hard to explain what Puppyface means to me. She can be such a handful
sometimes most-of-the-time. She hates strangers and doesn’t let anyone get within 10 feet of us without freaking out. She wants to eat every dog smaller than her. She’s had more surgeries than most humans. She can’t walk 10 feet outside without getting something tangled in her fur. She kicks in bed. She sheds like it is her damn job.
But I love her.
I love it when she nuzzles under my arm for “sneak-a-pets”. I love that she wags with amazing enthusiasm every time I walk into the room. I love her lady beard. I love that she is totally dependent on me. And she trusts me to take care of her. I love how soft her ears are and how dark her nose is. I love it when she dreams. I love that she likes to use my feet as a pillow. I love how strong and resilient she is. I love that she has been through so much but can still be so sweet. I love that the fur on her legs curls when it’s wet. I love that she is smart enough to respond to any, and all, of the nicknames we’ve given her (Puppyface, PF, Poof, Monkey Nose, Sillyface, Fluffy Face, Cutes, Puppy Pups, Puppy, and then, her actual name, Rory). I love that she knows when I’m sad and is there to comfort me.
I feel like I am such a better person because of my dog. And if that makes me a crazy dog lady, then so be it.