Frank's & His 1st Birthday-Ish

We celebrated Frank's First Birthday-ish on August 19th. I say "ish" because we aren't really sure when his actual birthday is. Our buddy was found on the streets when he was estimated to be 3 or 4 months old, so no one really knows. We decided August would be his birthday and the 19th sounded like a good number, so...

We decided to CELEBRATE! Our morning consisted of pictures in a party hat which involved LOTS of treats as bribery:

Our evening celebration consisted of a French Dip Sandwich. "Why a sandwich?", you ask? We originally wanted to do a sandwich challenge inspired by another blogger. The goal was for J to pick a sandwich and for me to pick a sandwich and the first one that Frank picks 1st is the winner....the winner goes on to be the #1 contender the next birthday while whomever "lost" the year previous picks a new treat. The cycle continues every year. I was really afraid we were going to hurt our little buddy's digestive system,, so we opted for one sandwich, minus the cheese, from Arby's and he wasn't too upset about it. ;-)

We had a good time and Frank had a yummy treat!

We sure are thankful for this little buddy of ours. He's the most adorable, sweet, stubborn, funny, destructive, loving, eye-opening, challenging, precious boy! He keeps us on our toes, but more importantly, he makes us so happy! Life is so much better with our Frank around.

“Dogs are our link to paradise. They don't know evil or jealousy or discontent. To sit with a dog on a hillside on a glorious afternoon is to be back in Eden, where doing nothing was not boring--it was peace.”

-- Milan Kundera

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