First, Chelsea helped her daddy open the door so she could go for her morning walk.
Breakfast was served after she returned from her walk. She drooled a little. I never said she was a lady.
After breakfast, she relaxed...
...briefly. Then she celebrated the fact that she had just eaten...the same food that she eats every day.
After a bit of frolicking, Chelsea jumped on the bed.
She stared at Dave until he began to pet her.
Then, her ears perked up, as I announced that it was time to go get birthday ice cream!
Begging for food. We have
unfortunately enabled strongly discouraged this habit for years.
Chelsea didn't even care that she was about to get her very own sundae, as there were crumbs to be discovered.
Hmm, what's this? Could it be better than crumbs?
The cup was licked clean very quickly.
Aaaand then she proceeded to beg for my ice cream cone. Sigh.
Do you do anything special on your pet's birthday? Or are we the only weirdos out there?