Happy Birthday Bird Dog
Today marks the first birthday for my youngest bird dog, Izzy. During the standard “what’s for dinner” chat with my wife this afternoon, Meredith informed me she’d be late arriving home this evening. The delay – she had to stop at the “fancy” pet store on her way home to purchase Izzy a special birthday present. Truth be told, I hadn’t realized it was the pup’s birthday . . . or that we’d be celebrating said occasion.
After an initial scoff gurgled out of my clenched cheeks, I warmed to the idea of rewarding the newest member of our family with a minor indulgence. After all, this youngster has already played a sizeable role in answering our daily “what’s for dinner” question with pointed pheasants, grouse, quail and woodcock.
While I’m admittedly guilty of anthropomorphizing my bird dogs . . . and I’m guilty of posing this same question at Christmas . . . do you celebrate your bird dog’s birthday?