So, today is Pappy's honorary second birthday. It's hard to believe it's only one year (or 231 posts) since we adopted him from the rescue. In celebration of this glorious day, we have lavished presents upon him. Last night we went out to a nice steak place so that... yes, that's right... we could bring Pappy a genuine doggy bag. Though we feed him high-grade food, it's the first time we've given him real meat.
I had hoped to make it to the dog bakery to get a special cake, but a stealth blizzard has rolled in and snarled up the roads. So, instead my wife has whipped up some pup-cakes from leftover grits, oatmeal, carrots, wheat flour, chicken stock, and baking powder-- with peanut butter and chicken stock icing. Mmmm, mmmm, good. I'll have to run one up the street to neighbor dog Molly, who gave Pappy a rawhide bone for his birthday. Meanwhile, after consuming Molly's bone, Pappy is consumed by his new wealth of rubber balls.
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