Yesterday, we celebrated Zoe's tenth birthday! We sang happy birthday dear Zoe, which I'm sure sounded like, "Blurdy poo poop, HERE ZOE!" to her.
We did all of her favorite things, which were eat, nap, throw the ball and hang around the pool. Which, by the way is code for, "ignore my outfit and complete lack of effort" ensemble. I wasn't supposed to be in the pictures.
After we trumpeted in her special day, CAKE was served. Zoe got the first bite.
Enough of the politeness from Zoe. Here's where Zoe takes the CAKE:
And Zali tried to "help". Not to worry, he got a piece of his very own.
Wee Simone got some, too.
Of course, hers seemed to last forever. That is one dainty eater, unusual in a pooch.
After much ado, she had her CAKE and ate it, too.
Carmen was upstairs, in the nursing home. She was singing songs. But she didn't know it was Zoe's day. She was probably chanting pirate ditties and imagining the budgies were parrots.
Happy birthday, dear old Zoe! Stick around for another ten, will ya'?
