Phoebe is Five

I can't believe it's been a full year since Phoebe's fourth in Dubai.  This year was decidedly much less exciting, since I was laid up after tweaking my lower back (I'm fine, just old and out of shape).

Once I got to the couch, I couldn't move.  

And even though I know Phoebe doesn't give a crap about her designated birthday, it's still fun for me to spoil her on this occasion. So Phoebe gobbled up some dried lamb lung and enthusiastically played with her new hippo toy.

It's her birthday, so I threw it every time she asked...I stopped counting after 50.

Which, of course, was so exhausting that she crawled into bed around 7:30pm.

Don't judge my hideous comforter.

Happy Birthday sweet pup.