Friday is going to be my 9th barkday!

Hi everydoggie, kittie, hammie, bear and hooman! It's me, Poppy! I just realized that this Friday will be my birthday. My 9th barkday! I think we may have celebrated my 9th barkday LAST year because my aire-headed mom thought I was one year older than I really am. She was so confused that she finally got my AKC papers out to look. I was born on 10-10-2000. That makes me NINE, Mom...NOT 10! I know she's got a lot on her mind, but c'mon. She says it's kind of like getting a whole year for FREE. Whatever THAT means!

Blondie (I mean Patches) is getting an Aire-cut, this week if Aunt Wendy is well enough to help our mom. Patches looks a little scruffy in the photo above, but that's nothing compared to how she looks NOW! If not for her coloring, you might think she's an Old English Sheepdog. We can't even see her eyes unless Mom pulls the hair back from her face.

Mom bought my barkday presents this morning, but she says I can't have them until Friday. What a buzz-kill! I had my snooter in the bag she brought home, but she snatched it away from me! On top of THAT, she told me that I have to share! Well, I guess I shouldn't complain too much...Penny and Patches have to share their barkday presents with ME! So, we actually get 3 barkdays a year!

Our dad will have a birthday in a couple of weeks too! Since he doesn't really need "stuff", our mom is going to make him a black bottom pie. It has crushed ginger snaps for the crust and then a layer of really dark chocolate pudding. On top of that, goes a combination of custard and meringue mixed with some rum. Our mom actually went to the liquor store the other day! She hadn't been in one in about 12 years or so. She said she felt kind of funny telling the guy that she needed 4 tablespoons of rum. She was hoping to get a couple of those tiny bottles like they serve on airplanes, but of course, the only thing they DIDN'T have in those tiny bottles was RUM! She ended up getting a little more than she needs so we are going to keep our eyes on her when she makes that pie! We don't want her getting tipsy! We sure hope she remembers how to make the pie...she hasn't made one in about 25 years!

Well, every buddy, we are off to bark at the painters that are going to fix our ceiling where we had the leak during those awful rain storms! They say they aren't afraid of dogs, but we'll SEE about that! They might change their minds when they hear the noise that the 3 of us can make!

Aire-hugs,

Poppy (and Penny & Patches too)