Are you two?…
And so on.
That is what they did where my aunt used to teach preschool when one of them had a birthday. When they got to the age of the celebrant, they would say YES! and the party would begin. As it turns out, my aunt was working one day on her birthday so they started asking if she was 1, 2, 3…etc…until one little girl, exasperated, sighed: “we are never going to count that high.” I’ll leave out how old she actually was (or is) but my point is that age is a funny thing and in a lot of ways a matter of perspective. For instance, you people try to impose an age on us that is related to growth pattern (Tempi is 7 in dog years). If that were true, then today I would be turning 98. Thankfully, before we got our special steak dinner, Tempi did not have to count all the way to 98 but only 14. I think the little girl would still have believed we would never get there, if she were here. Also, lucky for us, Tempi is a bit impatient and not really a stickler for propriety when counting so she got to 14 rather rapidly (partly because the drool had started spilling over her lips and partially because…well…there was STEAK on our plate!). So the pre-party went something like this:
DAD: “Puppies sit.” Plate set down on the floor. “Today is Sammy’s birthday!!! And to celebrate, once he tells you [eyes now on Tempi] that you counted up to his age, you can eat all the steak on your plate.”
TEMPI: “Are you one?”
TEMPI: “Are you two?”
SAMMY: “Seriously. GRRRRRR!”
TEMPI: “Are you fourteen?”
SAMMY: Tail thumping furiously….”Let’s EAT!”
And then the steak and egg noodles and green beans were gone. I love that green bean diet!
So, I have just turned 14 (or 98) and if you think I am no longer interested in the finer things in life (walks, steak, car rides, steak, napping, steak, kongs with treats, steak, a good antler, steak, chasing and barking at my sister, steak…you get the idea) well you would be sorely mistaken. I am loving life and living LARGE!
Did I mention I love life?
And I also thought it was cool that when the steaks were being cooked they made a capitol T…And T is for Sammy! Wait….what? T is for Tempi? What the…?
Well maybe it looked like a T because they were T-bone steaks. Again, no? New York strips? Why the T then? Grrrr. At least it is a nice sizable chuck of beef for a very special birthday boy!
Wait a second….
Where did the rest of the dang steak go?
Boy what a crappy birthday this has turned into! I am going to totally take this out on my…
(Scribe note: the sweet jingle of dog collars and leashes resonate from the dog room to where Sammy and Tempi lie grumbling and commiserating about the paucity of steak on their plates)
WALK! Yeah! My parents rock! Did I mention I love a good walk around the block to sniff the smells and mark my territory?
Life is grand!