Today is a special day. It's our Dad's birthday.
Last night Mom made a cake, but she said we can't have any because it's chocolate. Then she wrapped some boxes, but she said we can't rip them apart. What kind of a boring party is that?
But today things started looking up. Mom took some of these out of the freezer.
Dad opened up ten of them.
Then he loaded them all in this basket and came outside where we were waiting patiently, except for Bailey who was pounding on the door.
We all followed him into the shade.
We all wanted to be first.
Dad had to remind us about manners. Who cares about manners when there's ice cream in that basket?
Finally he started handing out the ice cream cups.
Morgan and Tsar were first because they're old.
Oh oh, Tsar's landed upside down.
He just flipped it over and started licking.
Lola sure loves her ice cream.
Tsar is a very slow eater, so he laid down and got comfortable.
Usually nobody gets this close to Tsar, but if we're eating ice cream, nobody even notices.
Morgan had her cup sunk in the dirt so it didn't move around.
Norma Jean ran around and acted silly for a while, then got started on her treat.
Tess was one of the first ones done and asked Dad if there were any extras, but he said no.
Boy, this is the life, relaxing in the shade with your very own cup of ice cream.
Samba is eating as fast as she can.
Noah is one of the slower eaters.
Mine is almost gone.
Bailey and Tsar are still working on theirs.
This is about the quietest I've ever seen Norma Jean.
Samba ate the ice cream, then she ate the cup.
Guess who the last two were? Next to last was Noah.
Last one finished was Tsar. We were all kicking grass on him trying to get him to hurry up. We didn't like standing around watching him eat.
Mom collected the empty cups when we were done.
Then we went inside where Dad read some cards. That was pretty boring.
Then he opened those boxes. He let us tear up the wrapping paper. That's the best part.
We gave him a book.
Mom gave him a new collar.
Look, his new collar has Portuguese Water Dogs on it. Now he can dress like us when he goes to work.
Then Mom cut the cake. Dad said it was good, but I'll bet it wasn't as good as out Frosty Paws. We wish you could all come to the party and have Frosty Paws ice cream with us. Maybe next time.