Birthday Dog

Saturday was Tiberius's birthday. By that I mean it was the day I picked to designate as his birthday because I got him when he was four and there really is no telling when his actual birthday is. He's probably a 2000-year-old demigod. Yes. That is likely the case.

What's funny is after inventing this day, I completely forgot about it. We (the boyfriend and I) were watching The Simpsons Saturday night and it made me want donuts. It was 10pm and mid-sentence as I was trying to justify going to Harris Teeter to get some I realized "Who has two thumbs and forgot her own child's birthday? This girl."

It was then unanimously decided that a trip to the Teet for birthday supplies was necessary. All of the necessary birthday accouterments were covered. And then documented with blurry cell phone pictures.

There was cake!

 

(ok donuts but wtf/e he's a dog, he doesn't know birthday conventions)

And ice cream!

 

That's right. Dog ice cream. It exists.

And presents!

 

...AWESOME PRESENTS.

No seriously, you guys, those fucking PRESENTS...

And then after a short hyperglycemic fit TB went to bed with a scruffy and happy belly full of bones, donuts, and dog ice cream. And probably a tummyache. And he dreamed he was chasing something.