Woof! Woof! Woof! Woof!
(Now we are three!)
At the waggy tail end of a full day, our pupper celebrates her third birthday with home made doggie biscuits. A pound of chicken liver, an egg, a half cup of corn meal, garlic powder, parsley, and enough flour to make a rollable dough, and here are the happy results:
That’s right. Dogs heart ‘em.
Hey pupper, did you know you’re three years old today? Wait a sec… you did! You even blogged about it over on Dogster!
Uhoh! Now I’ve done it. I’ve given away her secret identity.
There, there. Good pupper.
























Happy Birthday, PL. We shoulda threw us a joint party, ‘cuz my third birfday was Monday. If I’da knew your real name, I’da made you one of my pup pals on Dogster. But a coupla months ago I got feelin’, Idunno, all kinda rebellious and rowdy and growed-uppy, and I dropped outta Dogster. (All those sissy ladies asking me to join their groups just ‘cuz I’m cute and have white hair. Eesh. Y’know?)
Anyway! Yer 21 now, PL. ;-)
Have a cool refreshing one on me.
Oh noes! You were in Dogster and ran away? Booorrrrooooo. I think the sissy ladies there are scared of me cuz I look all wolfy. I’m never gonna be growed-uppy, though. Not me. Too much Malamute.
Daddy sez he’s not sharing his single malt. Damn. Hippo birdy, anyways.
I usually go to the “barkery” for doggie treats…these are tooo cute!
You lucky dog! Happy Birthday PL!
She’s a cutie!
Mishka (I mean Platelicker) says Woof woof, thank you Shelly and Gracianne and Barbara, woof woof!
I love the Platelicker. And I love Bean Sprout. My doggies need to get an online identity so they can hang out with the coolest canines around.