The Birthday Sausage
Posted: Sat Dec 06, 2014 8:00 pm
We're back from our break in Devon now. We might have thought the weather was cold but it didn't stop Bentley from going for his morning constitutional every day.
Back at the flat, or apartment if you want to be posh ( it was absolutely not posh!) someone barged in while I was wrapping birthday presents.
Mind you, those pig ears were stinky, I could smell them from a mile away never mind Bentley.

Ooh, he loves opening presents. I got mocked for wrapping presents for him but he had a great time opening them. The eagle eyed will notice it's Christmas paper but Bentley can't read so he didn't mind.
Then it was the big event. The birthday sausage! Try as I might I couldn't get him to blow out his candles.

He took no encouraging at all to eat the sausage.
So there he is. Three years old and all grown up. Where did that time go so quickly?
Back at the flat, or apartment if you want to be posh ( it was absolutely not posh!) someone barged in while I was wrapping birthday presents.

Mind you, those pig ears were stinky, I could smell them from a mile away never mind Bentley.

Ooh, he loves opening presents. I got mocked for wrapping presents for him but he had a great time opening them. The eagle eyed will notice it's Christmas paper but Bentley can't read so he didn't mind.
Then it was the big event. The birthday sausage! Try as I might I couldn't get him to blow out his candles.

He took no encouraging at all to eat the sausage.
So there he is. Three years old and all grown up. Where did that time go so quickly?
