Tuesday, March 22, 2011

Happy Birthday, Old Man...

Our little old man, Obadiah, turned 9 years old this past Sunday. Like any spoiled pup, he celebrated it with his favorite thing...beer. James went out and bought him a Spaten bottle of beer (his favorite) and let him have it all to himself. His birthday is the only time when he gets to enjoy a bottle to himself and boy did he! Unlike last year -- when I portioned it out in 3 portions and by the 3rd portion, he turned it down showing good self-control -- James poured it out all at once and Oba went to town! He must've thought he had found Heaven when that bowl hit the ground...

Upon seeing the bottle of beer...


Impatiently waiting for James to open his present...


A little preview...


Such anticipation...


Let the senior citizen celebration begin...


Pure bliss...


After getting his treat, he slept it off for a little while, then we took him over to his store -- Petsmart. My in-laws had mailed him birthday money (I know, he's a spoiled granddog!), so we took him out to get a new toy. While we were there, they had all of the adoption pups out, so Oba was so overwhelmed by new friends that he didn't pay any attention to the toy isles. Normally, he would sniff them up and down and possibly grab something if he liked it, but not that day. So, instead, we picked something out for him. Being that he's a serial killer with his toys (he defaces them, pulls all of the stuffing out, then pulls the bodies inside out -- I know, a little disturbing), we got him this super durable pig that's supposedly sewn three times over to sustain such torture. Wouldn't you know it...he has no interest in the pig!?! I guess he knows he can't kill it so where's the fun in playing with it? After sniffing it a few times, the pig has not moved from its place. Maybe it will be the one toy that survives our terror of a pup...

Oh, the hard knock life of a basset hound...especially one that lives in the Moore household. Another year older, wiser, and grumpier. Just like when I was pregnant with Olivia, we occasionally ask Obadiah if he's excited about having a baby brother...he always responds with a grumble, then immediately turns and leaves the room. I think someone might be a bit unhappy come June if things work out like they should. Can you imagine? Going from 100% attention to having to...gasp...share?!? Oh, the horror of it all! Perhaps he can have a bottle of beer while James enjoys a cigar if we get to actually bring Samuel home. I doubt he'd complain with that...

Oh well...Happy Birthday, Old Man!

7 comments:

  1. Oh he's so fabulous. We were at Petsmart with our spoiled pooch on Sunday too - too bad we missed one another! Love this post.

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  2. Love the pics! My dog is the same way...salivating over his birthday treats. This year it was cooked hotdogs and a homemade cake. Ours is spoiled too. Happy birthday Obadiah!

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  3. Happy Birthday Oba! Such a beautiful dog.

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  4. Happy Birthday, Oba! Looks like he had a great one!

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  5. Happy Birthday Oba!!! He's still such a handsome young man!

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  6. Belated Happy Birthday, Oba! You old pup you! Easy on the beer eh. :)

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  7. this is hilarious!!!!!!!!!!! Seriously funny stuff. Pris everytime I go to your blog from your facebook message with the URL it puts me back to Feb need to figure out why I've missed out on so much info. Anywho loved talking with you yesterday and love all the pics and info on here. You'll have to fill me in on the photography class you're taking. Love ya Rachel

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