It's Fine Being Nine!

Happy Birthday to ME!  Happy super, duper, spectacular Birthday to ME!  I admit, I love a good birthday and today it's MINE!  WooHoo!  Let's celebrate.

You're probably wondering how I celebrated being nine.  Well...to be honest, the day was kind of boring.  My mama insisted on the "annual birthday photo shoot".  Ugh!  I really don't like having my picture taken over and over and over again BUT...there was a stick of cheese involved, so I relented.

I will point out, it's the same silly hat as last year and I think the year before.  My mama is a serious slacker when it comes to buying me something new to wear for these silly pictures.  And don't be fooled by the bandana, it's the same as last year, only the other side because it's reversible.  

Please note...I expertly covered my private parts

I'll smile for cheese!

My somber expression

Smiling because I'm NAKED! (not counting my party hat)

Aren't we about done here?

I'm bored...

What is that on my eye?  I know I have a small beauty mole, but seriously...that's not a small mole!  Looks more like I'm wearing a marble on my eye.  Must be the light ;o)

Looking good in my birthday suit!

Finally, once my mama had enough pictures to satisfy her and all the cheese was gone, I got some gifts.  Yes, dogs get gifts.

I got a new leash that matches my collar.  My old leash is about as old as me and was getting pretty worn, so everyone (well, not me but everyone else) decided a new one was in order.  I also got a really cool, funny-in-my-mouth squeaking duck.  

Finally...ICE CREAM.  My mama and papa took a trip to the ice cream store, without me!  I suspect they treated themselves to celebrating my birthday with ice cream of their own before bringing mine home.

I can be very attentive when I want to be.

I'm feeling very good for nine.  My mama is kind of sad though because, although I've always had white hairs under my chin, she is seeing more of them on my face.  A couple here, a couple there.  Eventually I'll look my age.

Until next time...Sir Titan of Nottingham CGC TT

Happy Birthday to Me, Me, Me!

It's great to be EIGHT!!!!!!!!

However, that means I am officially an elder-bull, which just means I'm getting older.  If eight makes one an elder-bull, what does SIXTY-EIGHT make one?  Huh, mama, huh, huh?

I knew it was my birthday because I got a visit from Wendy...and I don't mean Auntie Wendy.

I enjoyed a nice plain hamburger on the deck!

My papa went to buy some wood for a new bed he's making me and mama dragged out her pit-chur-taking machine, which I hate.

First, she made me wear a stupid bandana.

And then added an even more stupid birthday hat.

I think it's quite obvious how I feel about the hat (it isn't even a new hat, it's left over from last year!)  Seriously?

Here's what I think of your stilly hat...

This is how I prefer to have my pit-chur taken with the hat...

I kind of figure...if I don't see it, it's not there...right?

Mother Nature sent me a little something to share this embarrassing moment

He totally jumped on my very private part but I didn't even notice I was so taken trying to avoid the hat!  My mama breathed a sigh of relief when she was able to shoo it on it's way before I freaked out.

I made my get away and made mama chase me and play tug with me in return for being good under the watchful eye of the pit-chur taker.

Does this bandana make me look fat?

Then, the best part of the day...I got to be NAKED!!!  I never get to be naked outside, unless it's my birthday.  WooHoo!!!  It makes me feel like rolling in the grass.

Not only did I get a hamburger, but I got two new collars that look like this...

and two new toys...a chicken from Tractor Supply (thanks Auntie Wendy for telling my people about this) and a new squeaky ally-gator.

The ally-gator has SIXTEEN squeakers!  That's two squeakers for every year I've been alive.  

I played and played after dinner.

Then I had to rest, birthday's are exhausting.

Until next time...Sir Titan of Nottingham CGC TT

They Say it's Your Birthday!

It's my birthday too, yeah!  Gotta love those Beatles.  Today I'm SEVEN!  That's this many...

Birthday's are always a special day around here, as they should be.  Unfortunately, my mama had a bunch of uh-point-mints today so I didn't get my Wendy's treat till late in the day.  Luckily for me, birthdays last ALLLLLL day and half the night!

I got a new squeaky ball because my mama didn't remember that I already have three squeaky balls hidden away in the basket in her sewing room.  duh!  On top of that, I got a new pull toy made from old fire hose, which is quite uh-pro-pre-ut since my people used to be firefighters in their other lives.

Then there was the photo shoot...the dreaded photo shoot.  I did get a new Happy Birthday banner and a big, new hat.  It's about time, that other silly one was really lame.

My pouty face

My best birthday smile

My stoic face...do what you must

I think I've had enough

I got the usual birthday burger when my mama and papa came home from the gym!  I love birthdays, I wish it was my birthday every day.

Until next time...Sir Titan of Nottingham CGC TT

Half Birthday to Me...

That's right, TODAY is my real half birthday, even though apparently we did all of our celebrating yesterday.  Today I'm six and a half years old.  Having a birthday makes me smile...

"what big teeth you have!"

My papa says he has never seen me smile like this before.  That's because I never got a MONKEY for my birthday before!

I think we are gonna be good friends, at least until I kill him and pull out all his guts.  BWAHAHAHA

Happy Half Birthday To Me!!!

Until next time...Sir Titan of Nottingham CGC TT