Cindy Lou WHO?: Birthday Cones and Milk Bones

First off, Crazy Dog Lady ALERT!

So don't say I didn't warn you...

Today is Mickey's 2nd birthday! Can you believe it? I know, me either! My little boy is getting so big. He's all growed up! As long as you don't count his perpetual fear of his water bowl, the fact that he freezes in terror and urinates anytime he sees a stranger, or the fact that he still carries his stuffed spider to bed with him every night (in the guest room closet).

Yes, he's finally entering those awkward dog-olescent years where he will refuse to take doggie baths, eat enough Purina to feed a horse and be out chasing tails all night. Where does the time go? How do I communicate to my best furry friend how much he means to me and how glad I am that he's in my life? A scoop of peanut butter just doesn't seem to be enough. A lavish party seems somewhat ridiculous - atleast that was the response I got to the Evite I sent out for his party. Maybe I lost everyone at "Party hats required"... As I was willing to provide them, it seemed like a reasonable enough request.

But growing up, we always had a tradition with our dogs on their birthdays that we would take them for ice cream cones. I remember Dad loading us all up, dogs and family, and we would go up to the 31 Flavors and get a vanilla ice cream cone of which all the dogs would get to have a few bites. (And if you were ever curious as to how I got to be such a crazy dog lady, I think that little story just answered any of your outstanding questions). But it was a fun family tradition that we eventually grew out of as I got older and the dogs started getting sent off to some big farm with lots of land for them to run around. Gosh, I sure hope they are still enjoying all that acreage they are playing on!

So I thought it would be fun to start a little birthday tradition of my own with Mickey. He's a good companion to me, and arguably the biggest responsibility in my life, so I want to make sure that he knows he's loved, even if it's only to satisfy my own wants. But hopefully we can come up with something that he and I will do for the next 10 or so years of our lives, and maybe one day it will even be a tradition that we can share with our family as we expand and allow others to join us in our ridiculous ways.

I guess all I wanted to say to the goofiest, most awkward, least intimidating, longest tongued, worst balanced, silliest running, misdirected tailed, non-controlled earred, bed hogging, yet sweetest pup I know is......

Happy Birthday, Mickey!

(And Mickey, if you're reading this...put my laptop away and go practice your power slides!)