When B informed me the other day that he figured out when Jersey's birthday was* and that it was coming up the next weekend, I sprang into action. By that I mean I stumbled upon a rawhide birthday cake and decided we would do birthday pictures and have a little party. B decided I was nuts and refused to partake. Party pooper!
So first I bought the cake:
Then I told Jersey she had to pose pretty for her first birthday picture:
For comparison, this is her last year:
Then I told Jersey there was CAKE, but she had to pose with it first. So she did like a good dog**:
Then the cake was all hers:
Yes, I think that is a ghost. Someone has to watch over these animals.
But that was not all of the birthday festivities. Jersey had a friend over, Molly. They played and fought and ran around a lot. If these are blurry, it is because they are ACTION SHOTS PEOPLE:
Oh, it's on:
Happy Birthday, Baby Girl! We have loved every minute of your first year.
*Or the vet told him. Whatever.
**She is no longer a puppy, but a DOG! She even has to eat dog food instead of puppy food. My heart is crushed.