April is a special month, my husband and I share birthdays 10 days apart, and 10 days later we get to celebrate my dog Jackson’s birthday.
I’ll be honest, I know that a multibillion dollar pet industry sells treats, clothes, and raw/paleo food to our favorite companions, but I’m a bit stingy when it comes to pet gifts.
Because as much as he seems human, he does in fact eat frozen goose poop, which leads me to believe that these gifts would generally go unappreciated.
That being said, I do like to celebrate his birthday, and give him a better day than normal (normal meaning a long walk in the morning, unfettered access to my face for kisses and breakfast crumbs, and the ability to sit in my lap while I attempt to work).
Just like Kim & Kanye might opt for a lavish birthday weekend in place of a simple celebration on the day of, we likewise decided that several days of festivities would be more suitable for our furry friend.
We started our Saturday with a leisurely walk along the Hudson.
Lauren wanted me to take some pictures of her with Jack, I obliged. The problem was that ungluing him from my side was upsetting, and it was his birthday after all, so I let him do what made him feel comfortable. Which was howl at the moon and beg for an escape…
Lauren thought it would be fun to style Sam’s hair and pretend to draw on the walls.
After some downtime at home, we headed back out to the park for one of those glorious Spring days. Balmy breeze, trees blooming.
Lauren practiced with her jump rope which involves launching 3 feet in the air at each turn of the rope. I don’t have the heart to tell her that there’s a more efficient way to do it. Just like I don’t want to tell Emma that it’s actually “mine” not “mines”. I treasure these things.
Sunday night, Rodney packed his bag and hit the road for some work travel. Jackson wasn’t happy at all. Weekend travel isn’t acceptable for anyone in the family, especially Jackson. It makes him anxious.
At last, it was his birthday. Jackson woke up to a homemade dog collar….