To celebrate I took the dogs up to the swimming pool when I got home this evening. Usually evening swimming is against the rules-- you know, wet dogs, small house, sleeping in my bed, etc etc. But since we had a birthday and all, I bent the rules. Actually, I didn't bend any rules. Ruffino "accidentally" pushed Q into the water, then shot me a quick glance saying, "well, since she's in anyway...." and dove right in. That is one clever dude.
Back at the house Ruffino and Q got a big birthday dinner....a big ol' bowl of the same dry shit they get everyday, and I set off to prepare my din. After a few minutes I noticed that things were a little too quiet.
At the risk of letting my tuna surprise get cold, I went out in the dark to attend to the party.
"hey, you guys! Were you digging? I mean, I know you were digging, which one of you was it?"
Moving the party inside to mitigate further damage, I caused more. Ain't a party til something breaks....or is that spills? Either way, I got us covered.
I guess it was the excitement of our big festivity that made me think it was a good idea to put a cup and a Thermos of tea on a tray when the tray was like this
Well, after that I turned off the disco ball and cut the music. Time for a little Poirot and some knitting. Next year I'm giving Ruffino the keys to the car. He can go to the top of a mountain alone and contemplate life for his birthday like the rest of us do.