It is our dogs' sixth birthdays. I have been known to do silly things like have a party, but not this year. I will get them each a birthday dog biscuit and maybe new collars or something. They have a ridiculous amount of dog toys, and I don't give them people food, so a steak is out of the question. I think they have a very blurry concept of a birthday party, anyway. They know food can rain down from the people's table, especially if a certain granddaughter is present. They like the extra people around - they are both people dogs. They showed zero interest in the balloons for my husband's party. The balloons lay on the living room floor for a week, and they never even touched them.
So what do you do to tell them you're happy they were born? A nice snuggle with them on my bed while I'm reading, an extra walk, brushing their fur, but above all, biscuits. Their needs are astoundingly simple. All they ask is to be glued to us every minute and to eat every minute. Is that so much to ask? Of course, a compromise must always be made. It wouldn't be good for them to be obese, and it wouldn't be good for us to be 24/7 dog sitters. But on this day, I'll lean a little more their way. They may not know why, but they'll appreciate it. They are the best appreciators I know.
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