twenty-one.

our practice child, pabby, turned twenty-one last week! okay. fine. she's really three, but three in four-legged years is twenty-one, right? okay. i know. it's not like i have a degree in veterinary science...

prince charming & i never pass up an excuse for a party - four-legged or otherwise. so we planned, plotted & arranged for the best four-legged twenty-first birthday we could imagine. pabby is something of a spoiled brat. prince charming treats her like gold & i might admit to going a bit overboard in the treats & toys category.

prince charming staked out seats at our favorite local spot, while i arranged to get an amazing doggie cake from our favorite dc doggie bakery. they did such a fabulous job! i thought i was picking up a regular 5" round birthday cake - but they went the extra mile & did a bang up job making the perfect cake for our 'pabst blue ribbon' (we call her pabby).she figured out pretty quickly that the cake was for her......so without a whole lot of fuss...
...she got down to business & wouldn't even look at the camera.
that piece was gone in a minute. or less. the owner of the restaurant brought out a plate of bacon for her - she devoured that, another slice of cake & fries that 'happened' to fall from prince charming's plate. somebody got treated right on their birthday!