Our rascally four-legged child turned four years old today. In human years, that’s 28 years old. And since I’m turning 28 in October, that means we’ll be the same age. As sophisticated as The Bear thinks he is, I don’t think he’ll ever catch up to me in maturity. Even when he’s old and gray, I’m willing to bet he’ll still get a kick out of taking out flies with that whack-a-mole tail of his.
Like any typical morning, The Bear woke up all bright-eyed and bushy-tailed for his usual breakfast before settling into the couch for a good 1o hours of sleep until we got home. But after work and my company softball game, it was down to birthday business with a steak for The Bear — and a bundt cake from Lola & Penelope’s, a pet boutique in Clayton. In true Teddy Bear fashion, he jumped for joy at the sight of the steak and wolfed it down in a few blinks of an eye. The bundt cake, on the other hand, took a little more experimentation. The Bear isn’t really accustomed to eating bundt cakes, so he wasn’t sure how it eat it — which by the way, who really buys a Bear a bundt cake? Us!
As fun as this birthday tradition is for The Bear, it’s pretty enjoyable for me too. It’s one of the few days out of the year that I take the time to click through his puppy photos and remember what it was like to lift all four of his legs off the ground. (It was only like a three-week period, but hey.) He may not realize that today is a super special day, but the thing is, he doesn’t have to. I believe Teddy, like many dogs, has that eternal optimism and ever-present zest for life that let him know every day is the absolute best.
Happy birthday to you, Teddy Bear!