HAPPY BIRTHDAY BOOBOO!
Today is his first birthday, and as a surprise I bought him a massive bag of new toys. Most of them had to be Kong toys, the extra durable tough toys that seem to last the longest with him – although they aren’t indestructible! – and just a couple fluffy cute squeaky ones that he goes mad for. I gave him each toy individually, away from the rest of the pack, and we both had some Mummy and BooBoo time playing together. The others did get to join in with the birthday celebrations, chasing around with a lot of squeaking and barking and scrabbling of claws as they darted from room to room.
Unfortunately Mr Moustachio, the fluffy teddy in the mix, suffered a fatal drooling bite to his majestic moustache and is now no longer with us. But the birthday party must go on! Later, I have a birthday cake planned for my not-so-little BooBoo. The recipe is fully dog safe and will be covered in tasty dog treats.
Its time for the pack’s mid-morning nap but later I will stick on here some pictures of the birthday boy and his pack ❤
See you soon!
As a dog mummy, I am very sentimental about all the cute moments and silly things my little babies do. This includes holding onto old toys, collars, bowls, name tags and in this case jumpers.
Sleepy BooBoo in his first jumper
BooBoo was only tiny when he arrived into our home last winter. His short puppy fur barely a fuzz over his small body, and quite underweight from poor care in his early life. Worrying so much about protecting him from the cold, I immediately rushed out and purchased a little woolly jumper for him.
As it was close to Christmas time, absolutely every item available was printed and labelled with commercialised festivity. I wrapped BooBoo up in that powder blue, snowman jumper – probably intended for someone’s pampered Chihuahua – and fell so completely in love with his naughty schoolboy look that I also bought the Santa one too.
Dexter and BooBoo
Within a couple of months, spring arrived. BooBoo outgrew his puppy jumpers and started sprouting a few hairs of his adult coat. I carefully folded and kept safely each of his tiny jumpers. Now, at 10 months old and weighing an enormous 48kg, I don’t think he’ll need one this year!