
Here's me with my "loot" from my party. That nice little tin is now in the office at church and is filled with goodies for me.
O.K. I finally got my human to download the picture of my party guests and me. They're a nice bunch of ladies who know how to treat a dog well. And I do mean treat. I have a very nice understanding of words and "treat" is among them. When these very nice ladies come to the church I sniff their handbags to see if there might be something good in them. My friend the Cheese Lady couldn't be at my party, but she makes sure I get cheese on the Sundays that she does the coffee hour.
Hi everybody. Today I'm 11. It's also Cinco de Mayo. My human will post pictures of me after my party. We're going to have Mexican food of course and we've invited people from the church to come and share. I love my human's chile con carne and the enchiladas with chicken and cream cheese aren't bad either. I wonder what we'll have for dessert. I hope there's some cheese too. I love cheese. Actually I just love parties, except when there are a lot of children. They think I'm a plush toy. So why did SHE put up a picture of kids celebrating Cinco de Mayo? Humans, go figure.