The Birthday Boy

What’s a birthday without a special birthday photo? At least he looks happy.

After two major health scares in the last 18 months I was worried Bundy might not make it to his 12th birthday (equivalent to approximately 75 years of age in human years). The fabulous news is that he did make it and apart from being hard of hearing and slightly more demanding, he is in great health and still capable of wreaking havoc on all stuffed and squeaky toys.

Happy 12th Birthday Bundy! Sorry, there is no cake (apart from the squeaky cake toy) but I can promise you lots of love, car rides, chicken pieces, squeaky toys, kisses and another year of being smothered with love.

Happy staffy

It’s a hot day for a birthday, time to relax in the shade

Ready to party and waiting for me to hand over the presents

Bundy about to race off with his squeaky cake toy

 

Black dog number two turns 9!

On Tuesday our baby boy turns 9. Happy Birthday Bundy! It is hard to believe that he was once so little that he and his brother could sleep together on my lap, now he weighs about 20 kilos and has to settle for sitting on my lap rather than sleeping. His muzzle is turning grey and he has slowed down a bit but he will always be my baby. 

At the moment he is lying peacefully on his bed, half chewed squeaky toy by his feet. Dear old Maxi is snoring soundly and couldn’t care less that her little brother has a birthday coming up. Bundy’s birthday means more stuffies to destroy, he loves his stuffies and his squeakers.