Tomorrow, Harold will be 13 years old. Mallory and Maggie asked if we could do something special for him. Mallory wanted to make homemade treats and Maggie wanted to have a party. The party would consist of neighborhood dogs coming over. I told Maggie that wasn't going to happen, but we could share treats with the dogs.
Mallory was a huge help preparing the dog treat mixture. She did not want me helping at all - keep telling me that she could do it.
When it came time to roll the dough out, she was nowhere to be found. Ha!
Happy Birthday, Harold! It is hard to believe that you are 13 years old. By the looks of your face, you don't appreciate us calling you old or pointing out your gray hair. You are a wonderful and sweet dog. You have really started to remind me of Frank because you sit by or on my feet when I am getting ready in the morning or washing dishes. You still love to eat and love to get under our feet. Can't image life without you and all the love and craziness you bring!