Little Franco, the demonic black pug, turned three on Saturday. (It’s no coincidence that he was born on Halloween.) This meant that he and Lola got extra-spoiled.
Both get equally spoiled on Franco’s birthday because we are horrible parents and forgot Lola’s birthday entirely. Isn’t that awful? So, Halloween has been deemed the puggies’ birthdays. Both of them.
They both got new hoodies and doggie cupcakes.
And, the cupcake frosting tasted like peanut butter. Not that I ate it when I got some on my finger. It’s just what I heard. From the cupcake lady. Hypothetically. I would never eat part of my dogs’ treats.
The race was on…
Franco never took his eyes off the cupcake. He was incredibly focused.
Then Franco thought to himself, “Hmmm…. maybe if I lick the air, I will get some more tasty goodness.” No such luck.“So Franco, how does it feel to be three?”