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Chloë Turns Three!

Lest anyone forget that my third birthday was Feb. 5, they do so at their own peril. I am making a list and keeping it in my little black book.

Chloë surveys bag of bags.

Chloë surveys bag of bags.

My friend Lynn gave me my first birthday gift last weekend, unannounced and unexpected,just before Mike and Heather came home from Florida: A sponge bath in the kitchen sink. Boy, did I need it! I rolled in something, for sure. But Lynn pampers me so. She washed me using some empty milk containers full of warm water, a wash cloth and a little of my special shampoo. I tried to escape a few times, but then I gave up and just buried my head in Lynn’s armpit and cooperated. When I was all dry, I smelled a whole lot better, even to myself, and the hair on my back had a nice curl. In other words, I was even cuter than usual for a few days.

Needless to say, Lynn gave me many treats when my bath was over, bless her heart. Lynn treated me well all week, of course. I was still leaving behind monster poops two days after Mike and Heather returned. Now it’s back to Mike’s hard rations.

Luckily, Mike brought me a couple of birthday presents back from Florida, and one came not a moment too soon. Grandma Rosalie sent me about a month’s supply of plastic bags from her newspapers to use for picking up my poop. These bags have been in short supply in Seattle since last summer’s drought; no rain, no newspaper bags. Our stingy newspaper guy only uses them in the wettest weather, so I thank Rosalie for sending hers.  I want Mike to make every effort to clean up after me, all the time.

Susie's Chloë book

Susie’s Chloë book

Mike also brought me a wonderful gift from my dear Aunt Susie: A glossy,  hardcover book that includes some of my favorite photos from the first three years of this blog. And wow, how time flies! This beautiful volume will serve as a loving chronicle of my puppy years. Click here to view the book, and believe it or not, all of you fans can actually order your own glossy, hardcover copies right from that website (on the other hand, you don’t have to join Shutterfly or buy anything to view the book online). I think you’ll like it as much as I do; heck,  some of you are in it! Just make sure you view it in the full screen mode, so you can get the full effect of my cuteness. Thank you, Aunt Susie.

My personal UPS Guy must have known it was my birthday, too. Mike and I were out for my midday stroll that day when his big brown truck rolled up in front of cat lady Sandy’s house. Even though he may have been delivering something to my nemesis Mittens, he still found the time to toss me one biscuit on his way to her door and a second birthday biscuit when he got back in the truck. That’s my guy.

Chloë in fall

Chloë in fall

Even Mike came through. All day long, he kept telling me Happy Birthday and how good and how grown up I am. All praise warranted, of course, but always nice to hear. Later, on our afternoon walk he let me run by myself for almost the whole hour, and provided extra treats every time I ran back to check in with him. Mike tries to act tough, but he’s a softy underneath; in fact, I think I saw him crying during the Super Bowl ad for the Budweiser Clydesdale last Sunday.

I guess the only one who didn’t remember to wish me Happy Birthday was Heather “No Presents” Tully. I’m not going to sulk about it, though. That’s just the kind of girl she is. As long as she keeps letting me sleep under the covers when she’s napping, I won’t make a big deal of it.

Official age 2 photo of Chloë

Official age 2 photo of Chloë

 

 

Chloë Sends Thanks For All Her Birthday Gifts

To gird me against a pyschological letdown, Mike had explained that when Heather and he moved to Seattle, Heather had instituted a “no-presents” rule. Whether it was Christmas, birthdays, anniversaries, Valentine’s Day, even Canada Day–no presents! This was of course very convenient for Heather, who has neither the time nor inclination to buy presents, even if she should happen to remember the occasion at all. But I digress.

Chloë models her new fleece sweater.

And when all is said and done, I am pleased to report that I did not suffer from the “no-presents” rule. Even though they did desert me on my official “birthday,” Feb. 5, they have already managed to redeem themselves with the weekend in Port Townsend and assorted trinkets along the way. (I’m still sucking on that lamb shank they brought back from Tampa!) Meanwhile, other friends and relatives, no doubt fearful that I might be forgotten, also added to my birthday haul.  Yes, that beautiful sweater from my brothers Frank and Stanley was but the first of many gifts I accumulated during the month-long Dachshunds Day celebration.

Deli Wraps from Aunt Susie

Chloë’s football and…

Aunts Susie and Debby came through with a nice birthday card, a squeaky football and some deli-bacon cheese treats. Appealing to the Canadian side of the family, the football has labeling in French as well as English, and the deli treats are flavored like cheddar cheese and Canadian bacon. Since the deli treats were impossible to break into pieces, Mike was forced to give me a whole one. I devoured its cheesy outer shell and hard, bacony interior in about 15 minutes, and Mike noted that it came out the next day in about the same colors and proportions as it had when it went in. Didn’t take no 15 minutes, either.

Chloë’s blue balls

After a month of enjoying all of my gifts, I have to rate these bouncy blue balls, a gift from my best friend Lynn, as my best present. They are really fast and easy to find outside, so we hardly ever use tennis balls on our walks anymore. I might as well give them all to the Seattle Animal Shelter.

And here’s the biggest birthday surprise. Even Heather “No Presents” Tully got me a gift. He’s lime green, soft, and relatively light, so when Mike picks him up and bops me in the head with him or sticks him under my collar so I have to carry him around on my back, it’s not too bad. He’s OK. I call him Gator, like he’s a tough guy, but really, he’s not very fierce. He’s certainly no Foxy!

Chloë and Gator

Even better, I’m pretty sure Heather got me some other toys along with Gator. She must be saving them for some other celebration. Maybe they’re for the anniversary of the day I came home with them last  March. Hmmm…that must be it. Now there’s something else to look forward to. Let’s do it all again.