Maybe it's just my family, but we always celebrate the birthdays of our pets like they're one of us(...minus the presents). We've gone through a lot of pets in my household. Three bullmastiffs- one was hit by a car after we got him, the next died at the age of nine and the last one we gave away because he turned out to be a vicious animal. Two yellow labs- the first I grew very fond of and he died at the age of nine last summer, and the second, who I'm also extremely fond of, is our only dog as of now. One phenomenal mastiff, Molly, who was unlike any dog I have ever met, who also died last year, three months after my yellow lab had died. She was only five. My mom seems to like cats (I could do without them), which is probably why we've had three of them- the first died at nine (there's a strange pattern), the second just had her ninth birthday (which is too bad because she's an awful cat) and the last is a silly cat who really thinks he is a dog. Hmm. And then of course there are the four hamsters that multiplied into 17 hamsters... yuck... and the many goldfish won at carnivals. I have always liked animals and have always treated them like they're human.
My parents were on their 25th wedding anniversary trip in Poland and Max, our newest member of the family, was having his first birthday. My sister and I bought him a cupcake and gave him a little celebration like we always do with our animals. I am especially fond of Max... maybe because I feel bad for him because he doesn't have another dog to play with... or maybe just because he has a great temperament. I loved watching him munch down his first birthday cup cake and seeing the icing hang all over his jowels. Animal humor. It gets me everytime...

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