My Eleventh Birthday Weekend!

Last weekend, on Saturday 8^th October, I turned eleven years old (or 77, depending on how you look at it). Eleven years old… Man, I truly am an old puppy. As a special treat for the weekend, one of my humans travelled four hours south to be with me on my special day, which caused all the more partying. It just so happens that I share my birthday with one of my humans too, so you can imagine how big a birthday weekend this one was.

First of all, I was treated to a portion of meaty loveliness to accompany my dry food breakfast. Delicious. This truly got me in the birthday spirit, so I then got ready to bark ‘Happy Birthday to You’ to my other human. We soon went on my first walk as an eleven year old and, despite my slightly arthritic ligaments, I proved that I truly am a puppy at heart as I jumped (much to my human’s horror) over a metal fence on the way back from the park. Birthdays are great.

After our wonderful time at the park sniffing through the acres of bracken that is currently found there, my humans left me to chill for a bit at home while they went out for a breakfast brunch for my other birthday human. Usually, I would find being left a tad disappointing as, frankly, there ain’t no party like a Jasper party, but, given the exhaustive start to the day I had had, the break was much appreciated. On return, the humans found me snuggled up in a ball on my bed.

As a treat, my humans took me to the garden centre. Yes, a birthday party at a garden centre may sound a tad mundane but this garden centre is home to a haven of dog toys and treats. As it’s dog friendly, I was free to wander around, sniff out the greatest toys on offer and then pick out a treat and a toy as my birthday presents. Oh my paws, it was so much fun.

I even made friends with a few rabbits whilst I was there.

The rest of the day was spent having hours of snuggles with the humans, playing with my gifts and having another portion of meat with my dinner. My eleventh birthday certainly did not disappoint and it was lovely to share it with one of my humans. Now, the countdown is on to Discover Dogs and then Christmas!

Talk soon, Jasper x

IT'S MY BIRTHDAY!

Oh, yes- it's time for presents, hugs and (pup)cakes as I have  reached DOUBLE FIGURES. Some may say that reaching 70 dog-years of age is pretty daunting, but I disagree. Although I'm getting a little more achy than I used to be, I truly am looking forward to spending more time snuggling and snoozing on the sofa.

This morning, I was performing my best Springer leaps as I charged around the room looking for more gifts to open and eat. Coincidently, I share my birthday with one of my humans but no fear- my birthday is absolutely the most important event of 8th October. The perks of sharing your birthday are that everybody is in the party spirit and, of course, the fact that I have more opportunities to sink my teeth into layers of wrapping paper to shred to paper snowflakes.

When it was finally time to open my presents, I discarded of the unnecessary covering of my gifts (though, obviously, wrapping paper adds to the fun) and found myself the proud owner of a packet of Jumbones, a tennis ball toy and many other things. My humans gave me one Jumbone to eat earlier on and I can safely say that I broke the record for the shortest time required to destroy and diminish the whole thing: sixty seconds. Just another achievement to add to my ever-growing list.

Man, birthdays are just good for everything.

Talk soon, 

Jasper x

63 Years Old...

9 years old. Yup, 9 years ago, little Jasper, the vulnerable runt of the litter, was born. And now he's 63 dog-years old and as dominant (over humans) as ever.

Where has all that time gone?! 

As some of you may know, I share my birthday with one of my humans, so, every year, we have a lot of guests invading my space on 8th October. However, as it's my birthday, I don't mind at all. I don't think I can recall one human who DIDN'T come up to me, give me a snuggle and wish me a 'happy Birthday'. Even the humans who aren't the biggest dog fans (why wouldn't you be a dog-lover when you know of dogs like me?!) let me give them a good ol' sniff. 

It was brilliant.

Another perk of sharing your birthday with a human is that there is lots and lots of wrapping paper to tear into tiny shreds. Yippee! Who doesn't love sinking their teeth into unopened presents?! Every time my human started opening a gift, I'd belt across the room to try and give them a helping paw. The things we doggies do for humans...

In addition, human birthdays consist of much more cake than doggie ones for some unbeknown reason. Many doggies have to get through their special day with not even a smidge of cake, unless their human makes them a pupcake. Pupcakes are delicious-don't get me wrong- but nothing is the same as some Victoria Sponge. Usually on my birthday, I can find crumbs to lick up or a plate accidentally left on a low surface with half a cake remaining on it for me to devour but, this year, I was distraught to find that my human got a giant cookie cake.

I know. A cookie but a GIANT one. How ridiculous! As much as I love human food, even I realise that milk chocolate chunks in a huge cookie is not the best for a canine. No cake for me this year!

Despite the disappointment regarding the cake, I still had a super 9th birthday, consisting of endless treats and snuggles. 

Here's to life as a 63-year-old!

Talk soon, Jasper x