Birthday Boy

We're childless yuppies, so yes, you're getting a dog birthday post. Deal with it.

My sweet Jake is 5 years old.  This is almost impossible for me to believe.  We celebrated with a trip to Middleburg for a birthday cake from his favorite pet shop and a scoop of vanilla ice cream from the local ice cream parlor.

We even let Ozzie get in on the fun with a snowman cookie.  He obviously is not as disciplined as his big brother.

Jakey, when did you grow up?  You used to be all squishy-faced and little!

And then you turned into a sweet young man...

And now you're our sweet grey-bearded puppy patriarch.  You have been such a good, patient big brother to Ozzie's brand of insanity {except when he gets near your bones}.  You are still as quiet and laid back as can be and you love nothing more than a good butt scratch.  Your favorite treat is being allowed on our bed, and although you've slowed down, you can still turn on the jets and outrun most of the dogs in the park.  

We always get comments and compliments on what a handsome boy you are and how sweet your personality is.  I hope that never changes! You are our distinguished gentleman and we love you oh-so-much, Jakey Boy!