Happy Snuffday

To celebrate Snuffy's 4th birthday we baked a cake, but it was made of chocolate, which is bad for dogs, so we had to eat it ourselves. Then we gave him no extra treats at all because we need to start experimenting with his food again because his prescription dog food has creeped up in price from extravagant to exorbitant.

Nonetheless, we did take him out for some excellent snuffercise despite the most unpleasant combination of weather conditions, including temperatures right around freezing, pelting rain, and gale force winds. You're welcome, dog.

Dylan grabbed the camera from my neck yesterday to take a picture of him. He was looking pouty because we were a) in a different room from him and b) looking at him. We've all been there.


He still needs just as much exercise as ever, although he's usually calm in the house now. The most notable change as he gets older is that he gets more and more snuggly. We like that in a dog. He is still really really smart and if I had more time I would do more training with him. He and Dylan pretty much act like siblings, and they are really attached to each other. He is sad every time we leave the house and understands "goodbye," "you have to stay here," and "you can't come," all of which cause him to droop down into a sad puddle. But he also does the doggy thing of getting all excited every time anyone enters a room, no matter how briefly they were gone, and I can tell him to "go find Aaron," which he will do. Good boy, Snuff.

The birthday snout