Can you believe that my little furball is 11 years old? You wouldn’t guess it when you look at him, with his active personality and and big doggy eyes. I guess his gray beard isn’t a dead giveaway and it looks so silly on him.

I still remember his first birthday party — beer, burgers, and nonsense. Of course what would Oreo’s birthday be without him running out the gate and trying to find him in a pitch black neighborhood. As they say, time goes by so fast.

So for Oreo’s birthday, I picked up a can of some Wellness Canned Chicken and Sweet Potato. I’m going to mix this in with his regular Wellness dry food. I hope he likes it. I’ll know if a few hours when he eats. I wanted to make him a dog cake, but nobody else is going to eat it but him. Plus he’s more likely to try to lick the candle than blow it out.

My silly boy.