HAPPY BIRTHDAY NEWFS
Well, even if his heart was in the right place, this wasn't one of dad's brightest ideas; a birthday party for me and Shiloh. Dad invited our cuzin Caitlin over and he went out and bought little cake and other goodies. We were supposed to get baths and brushing, but my how time flies when we're so busy and caught up the moment of celebration; so that didn't happen. It was decided to have the "party" on the back downstairs patio. The even bester idea dad had was to lay out all the little cakes and invite the rest of the hounds to join us the tea and cakes. By our 1st birthday both Shiloh and I were well over 100 lbs each. I don't like to brag, but I'm pretty strong; Shiloh's even stronger. So rev up those imaginations and envision the goings on. Oh, I forgot to mention the party hats. Through those into the vision. Of course we have to get photographic proof that this actually occurred so Cuzin Caitlin had toe take picture and we were all going to sit pretty and pose for the photo. Pardon the pun, but do y'all get the picture? Well, after some initial in-fighting over which cake was whose and who would sit where, it was decided that the other BHs had stayed long enough and that they could leave (before photos even). By then, most of the little cake had disappeared. Then we had to get our hats on (and keep them on). By now things were getting a wee bit rowdy so dad had to provide close supervision for our photo session. Oh well, they say all's well that ends well. It was definitely a momentous occasion; our first, and only, birthday party.
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