Birthday Gals

I love birthdays. It’s always a happy occasions and its a great excuse to eat obscenely copious amounts of junk food.

The only exception is my own birthday. Like some incurable disease I dread it every year and wish it’ll never come. I’m sure i’m not the only one though, someone actually made up a name for it. Here’s a funny example of Fragapane Phobia.

But these gals I’ll gladly celebrate birthday for…


and especially so for this little peanut..

I just can’t bring myself to believe she has turned 11. That’s 77 doggie years. That’s ancient. Who would believe she’s 77?

Not me for sure.

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