Who knew, when we all woke up this morning, on Daisy's second birthday, that we'd be participating in a doggy birthday party, complete with cake, tonight?Yes, today, Daisy is two years old. I remember when we considered her lucky to get to one. Still, two rolled around pretty uneventfully. (Except she has been chewing on Syd's toys a bit lately.) And this relaxed attitude was working pretty well until Sydney took charge of the birthday celebration. "Where is Daisy's birthday cake?" I was not prepared for this, nor was I ready for her persistence. "Are we getting Daisy a cake now?" "Are we getting Daisy's cake now?"
Without a Three Dog Bakery nearby, I was kind of at a loss about where I would get a doggy birthday cake. Finally, I remembered that the cupcake place we go for our people cupcakes also had some doggy cupcakes. I figured too, that if that fell through, the pet boutique two doors down from the cupcake place would probably have something for us.
The pet boutique ended up being the place to make the purchase, and we were not disappointed. We even had a selection of cakes (well, two cakes to choose from). Sydney chose the carob, which looked like chocolate, with its biscuit cookie trim and "Happy Birthday" written on the top. It was pretty awesome looking.
Once Brian got home and we had settled in after dinner, we cut two slices of Daisy's cake for her and Oliver, put them on plates, sang the birthday song, and then, happily, watched our dogs have their cake and eat it, too.
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