Birthday Girl

Ahhhhh, four years. They grow up so fast.

I have a love/hate relationship with this dog.
Love the cuteness. Hate the hair & barking & begging.

But not Hannah. She LOVES this dog of ours.
And she's had her birthday on the calendar hanging in the kitchen for weeks.

In fact, when we got home from church today the first thing Hannah did was ask what I had gotten for Libby's present. Not a thing! So she got to work and made Libby a new toy: old socks wrapped around tennis balls and secured with rubber bands. Libby loved it!

Next, she put together a birthday treat:
Dog biscuits beautifully placed & presented with peanut butter, sprinkled with kibble.

YUM!


Hannah even lit a candle & had us sing to her.

See what I mean with the begging thing???

Every crumb was lapped up and the whole time her tail was between her legs,
which (according to the party planner) meant that Libby thought she was doing something wrong.

Of course she did! Eating people food, out of people bowls.
She knows better.
But that didn't stop her.

And I didn't stop her either.

That's because she's got a lot of work to do each day:
barking at all the cars, dogs and people passing by.
Catching every piece of food that falls from the counter & table.
Shaking and shedding, making sure to cover all the wood floors and her favorite chair
sufficiently with her dog hair.

It's a tough job...so I let her break the rules & enjoy her birthday treat.
For just a day, anyway!