The Big Six is finally here! And I guess this is such a big deal that the celebrating started yesterday - with a trip to the "spa". Yeah. I know. This is what happens when Dutch gets to pick out gifts.
He thought it would be relaxing. And I tried to feel relaxed because he was so freaking excited about it, but as much as I like baths, why would anyone want one for their birthday??
I kinda wanted to tell him the dog wash isn't exactly the same thing as a spa, but I had some time to think during my deep conditioning treatment and decided to keep the truth to myself. I'm older and wiser than I was when I was five and know how much Dutch really loves me, even though his way of showing it is kinda weird.
When the spa or whatever was over, we took our usual detour to the cookie buffet. The cookies are a little taller than me and Dutch always sticks his snout into them before I can reach them, and by the time I do it's totally too late because my human is already yelling. But this time he didn't.
Instead, he said happy birthday, I love you, now hurry up and eat before someone sees you.
Happy Birthday to me!!