It’s not Harrison. Although, looking at the kid, you’d think he was almost 5. The way he tries to wheel and deal with us, you’d think he was a middle-aged used car salesman. Anyway..
This past Saturday was Truman’s 5th birthday (or, as we oddly tried to explain to Harrison, his 35th birthday in dog years. I don’t know why we go into those things with him). It was a rather laid-back affair, consisting of playing outside a lot and receiving a special treat.
There’s a great dog bakery (yes, I just said that) near the Whole Foods I frequent. They bake all the goods there, including their own dog food. I’ll be honest and admit it smelled yummy in there. I picked up a new toy for Truman, along with a special birthday treat. The bakery actually had cakes for dogs, but I didn’t feel that was necessary.
The funny thing was that Truman would take part of it and then run off to a far away location in the yard as if he were taking something he wasn’t supposed to be eating. I guess he knows we don’t usually put things out on a plate for him.
It’s hard to believe our Truman is already 5-years-old. They sure grow up fast (sniff, sniff).