I am almost ashamed to say what I am about to say…
Today is my dog’s birthday (as best any of us can tell, seeing as how we adopted her).
Let the festivities begin.
Some quick background info:
We adopted Aries, a mix-breed Belgian Malinois/German Shepherd, about a year and a half ago from the Humane Society. She was about 6 months old. My girlfriend decided that since she was about 6 months old, and since April was about six months before we adopted her, and since her name was “Aries” (the astrological sign dominant in April), that her birthday should be in April. She then chose the 4th of April as the day, since 4/4 is easy to remember (very scientific, huh?).
So today is Aries birthday. She will be showered with attention, food, toys, etc… until midnight, and maybe even through tomorrow.
On my birthday, I think I may have heard a couple people jokingly ask how it felt to be “a quarter century old”, and may have gotten a hug… I guess I just don’t measure up to the dog.
So here is to Aries… Happy Birthday, and many more!