Vinnie turned 1 year old on November 2nd, and had a rockin’ and rollin’ party this past Saturday. It was a total blast.
I spent about 7 hours cleaning the house on Saturday, and Vinnie really didn’t know what to make of it. I told him that it was for his birthday party, but he probably wasn’t listening to a word I was saying.
On Saturday, he followed me from room to room, watching me vacuum, wipe down counters, do laundry, etc. He usually gets in a few quality naps during the day while my roommate and I are at work, but today he was unable to as he is a very nosy puppy and must know what I am up to at all times. He really did not understand why a) we were not either going to Canada to play with his cousin Mimi, or b) I was not heading off to work.
By about 3pm, he was starting to drag. He finally collapsed on the carpet, giving me this sad, tired, abused puppy expression. Poor little guy. But I really didn’t want him to fall asleep as I knew he would be super-extra hyper when the guests came. So I kept going over to him to pet him, give him treats, play with him… anything to keep him awake.
At about 5pm, his eyelids drooping beyond remedy, I let him take a little nap. I was feeling tired myself, but knew that if I fell asleep I wouldn’t hear people knocking at the door at 7pm.
People started showing up a little after 7, and Vinnie was overcome with joy. He had no idea why all these wonderful, fun people were coming into his home, bearing treats and toys, but he was all over it. He did not stop smiling all evening. Well, except for when he was trying out a new treat or toy. Then he was alternately ferocious, coy, eager, excited, … a friend gave him a delicious rawhide bone at one point, and it took him a full hour to get through it all. Afterwards, he made a beeline over to the water bowl and drank for 2 solid minutes. (I didn’t notice until it was all gone, but man, was that dry!)
At midnight, the party was not even close to being over, but I led Little Guy to his bed. He had such a good time. :)
