Today is the 14th birthday of my family's first and only dog Harry.
He can't really hear you any more (or else he just pretends not to) and his back legs get a little stuck sometimes, but he's still going strong for an old man of 98. Well, that's 98 with the outdated notion that one dog year is seven human years. According to this dubiously accredited conversion system, he is only 69.
Whichever, he is still able to run in the snow like a mad man/puppy.
I only hope I can be so spry at 98...or 69 for that matter. Does he look a bit familiar to you? Perhaps you have seen a version of him here.
In honor of Harry, we're hosting an Iron Chef party today where all the chefs have to bring a dish using Harry's favorite treat. Can you guess what it is? Carrots!! We award prizes for tastiness, presentation, and creativity. I can't wait to see what everyone comes up with. At least we'll all have great eyesight after it's scarfed down.