The Little Bear Dog Blog

Little Bear will be 3 tomorrow.  I can barely believe it. He’s grown so quickly and yet in other ways I can’t visualise my life before twice daily walks, training sessions, a house strewn with chew toys and a permanently dead leg of an evening courtesy of the Schnauzer lap warmer.   

So here comes the confession – he’s getting a new teddy, a squeaky ball-shaped like a sheep and a crocodile chewy for his birthday. 

Oh, and he’s having a party next weekend to which all his best doggie pals have been invited….

On hearing this, one of my non-doggie friends looked at me as if I’d just told her I was taking an elephant sky diving.  I can well imagine the conversation she had with her husband later that evening  and I’m sure the word ‘sad’ came up more than once.  I’d put money on some derivative of ‘mental’, ‘bonkers’, ‘delusional’ or ‘disturbed’ too.

But do I care?  Hell no.  I seriously don’t give a monkeys.  I have animals because I love them and what better, more human way is there to express love than to mark occasions like birthdays with presents and socialising?  Plus, selfishly, I get to see LB happy and when the party rolls round I’ll get to see my friends to boot. 

So I’ll take great pleasure in packing his pressies in the birthday box (an empty, selotape and stable free cardboard box he’ll have great fun ripping up once the presents have been retrieved)  and stuffing doggie party bags next week – as the old adage says, the fun is most definitely in the giving.