The King of Birthday Beasts

Hovering modestly between the green beer of St. Patrick's day and the chocolate candy eggs of Easter is one of Oscar's very favorite days of the year... since he's a dog, he partakes in neither green beer nor chocolate candy eggs, but on March 27th, the beast is treated to a feast - one reserved for this very special day... it's Oscar-dog's birthday. I am late with this post, but rest assured - the 27th was no ordinary day.

Not a terribly self-aware creature, Oscar could care less about the significance of birthdays, and age - he's in it for the meatloaf cake and occassional ice cream - but nostalgic (and crazy) as this girl is, I can't let the day pass without a party (surely it's as much for my benefit as it is for him)... Just shy of 7 years ago my life changed when this burly red pup crashed into it. In truth, I didn't reeeeally want a puppy - what I wanted was a DOG: calm and stoic and strong. I signed up for the tiresome job of raising a pup, with hopes that one day he'd grow out of his unfathomable propensity for mischeif, and into his great boxing-glove paws - and at this point, I am so very pleased to say, I finally have every bit the DOG I wanted - and he's taught me 100x what I expected to learn. You were more than worth the wait, my boy. Happy (belated) Birthday.