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Shake Your Groove Thing, Yeah Yeah, And Show Me How to Birthday!



The best birthday my dog ever had was one of his early ones, age 2. At the time, my husband and I were both working full-time so our dog, Bo, attended a fantastic local doggie daycare in Beverly (MA) run by a great guy named Joe. Joe loved planning parties. We had Halloween parties (with prizes for best doggie costume), playdates, holidays, and birthdays. The birthday cake was meatloaf with mashed potato frosting. It even had fancy script that read, "Happy Birthday to Our Best Friends!"

Our dog is a best friend, a member of our family. Like other good friends and members of our family, he dealt with cancer. Luckily, we caught it early -- it was an ugly one with a very low (single digit) survival rate. So we've gotten to celebrate more birthdays with him, and that means so, so much to us.

I love birthdays. I love the excuse for a party, a reason to celebrate, getting together with special people, cake (!), giving a gift, and even the singing.

I love getting to celebrate more birthdays. I love less cancer even more. That's why I really, really like American Cancer Society's More Birthdays!

And what's just as fun as a birthday?

Uploading your photo to an app that lets you get your groove on!


Amy@UWM said…
Happy Birthday to your doggie! More birthdays for everyone!
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