The Return of Dogpants and... Donuts?

Dearest readers,
best dog friends, fans of fine donuts, and alllll of the lovers...

Sooo, let's just never mind the fact that you've seen neither hide nor hair of the Beast and I in... nearly four months... Yeesh. *One should really only indulge in so many self-shaming apology posts before pathetic tedium sets in, SO - to put your minds at ease, we're both 100% tip-top - even better, in fact. We've been up to our eyeballs in (hard-earned) wonderful, and our radio silence has had nothing to do with calamity (OK, there was that one close encounter involving an ambulance - but sometimes all it takes is a good scare to throw the doors wide open on your beautiful life... yeah - THAT).

Moving forward into this fiery new Year of the Horse (be still my equine-aligned astrological heart!) we've got some brilliant things to share; a speck of breathing room in which to share it; and a whole lot of missing-the-act-of-sharing to keep us rolling. AND - kicking off the newest news is a moment of jolly celebration... for, lest anyone had forgotten - a certain red-wheaten someone turned a whole year older (and 365 days grumpier!) this past March 27th. GAH! And just like that, my big, beautiful boy is NINE years old...

As per tradition, meatloaf cake (with or without a bun) will make it's annual appearance, but on the fine afternoon of the actual day, the most appropriate indulgence I could imagine was a jaunt to our neighborhood nook of sugary sin - Union Square Donuts. This baller little pastry joint just happens to turn out the finest donuts - IN ALL OF BOSTON - a deliciously true story which Oscar-dog finally got a chance to confirm.

Happy Birthday, my sweet, sweet boy...

*And if you've ever wondered what a dog in donut-fueled ecstasy looks like, imagine the following... He was actually only allowed one - the Maple Glazed Bacon (because, duh) - but my-oh-my what a treat...