Next week is Shiva’s birthday. Roughly, anyway, since we have no way of knowing when her actual birthday is. We adopted her on April 15th, 2009 and they told us she was about a year old. So that date works as good as any, I figure.
Last year we didn’t do a whole lot to celebrate. I had this mental fantasy of buying party hats and throwing some sort of party but since Shiva didn’t have any friends, the plans kind of fell through. Instead, we just went to the Three Dog Bakery, asked them to put her name on one of the funky bone cookies, and made her wait three hours to eat it while we snapped photos. I posted about it here, back when nobody was reading this blog but me. Hence, the terrible photo quality.
This year, I have this brilliant idea of making doggie cupcakes and taking them in to her agility class to share with her “friends”. (Perhaps a peace offering for Mia?) The dog treat cookbook my friend gave me for Christmas has some great and very simple recipes. It will be hilarious. That is, if I actually have the guts to take them in. That remains to be seen.
A large part of me still feels a little foolish about celebrating my dog’s birthday. It’s not as if she knows or cares what day it is. Most people would probably think it ridiculous to spend so much time and thought on something that really doesn’t matter. My parents certainly never celebrated my childhood dog’s milestones. I don’t even remember us buying her a new bone. However, I’ve noticed their feelings toward such things have softened a lot with their new dog, Rikki.
Not that I can blame them. Isn’t he the cutest thing?
Even if birthday celebrations are more for the humans than for the dogs, there is still no harm, is there? My dog certainly likes any extra attention or special treat. Even if said treat is gone in less than thirty seconds. It’s about having fun together. I don’t think adults do enough of that these days. Any excuse to dance around the room or laugh out loud should be taken, no matter how silly it seems at first. Dogs are excellent at giving us these excuses. Shiva has a mini-party every day when one of us comes home for work. If only us humans could live like that.
Maybe it is a little ridiculous. Maybe I am turning into that crazy dog lady. But it has been a long, long, long two years with this mongrel. We’ve earned a little frivolity.
I hope you find a reason to dance today!