Today was a big day for our dog, Kirby.  Kirby turned two or according to my limited animal knowledge fourteen in dog years.  In order to help our teen dog celebrate, we bought him a new rope pull toy with one small stuffing filled portion, which he promptly gnawed in order to remove all of the stuffing.  We would have been disappointed in him if the stuffing had survived for over fifteen minutes.  Some strange stuffing vendetta he demonstrates.  We also served our pup a piece of pumpkin pie.  Ages ago, our previous dog Jasper had some scooting issues and the vet recommended feeding him pumpkin.  As a result, we figured Kirby would be able to handle some pumpkin pie.  Later on, I guess I will be the lucky one to find out if that’s true.

So it was all going well, we sang “Happy Birthday” and figured that was that.  I went upstairs to say goodnight to our boys and on the way downstairs, I saw Kirby slinking away with what appeared to be a white disk in his mouth.  Following him into the living room, I found our rebellious teenage dog disfiguring the bathtub stopper.  Ah, I see that Kirby is fully embracing the sassiness of his teen years or else this is a desperate attempt to prevent any future baths.  Either way, proof that our birthday pooch has plenty of empty storage room in the attic.