Fifth Birthday

Remember when this entire blog was basically about my dog and running?

Ahem. Cough. Ahem.

What? Have things changed around here?

Because I promise you that on Monday morning, October 18, I glanced at the calendar on my way out the door to work and nearly scraped my jaw off the ground. It was Henry's fifth birthday and I seriously almost forgot about my first born!! What have I become?

My how times have changed. I remember his first birthday involving an actual party with other dogs and gourmet treats and what not. His second birthday was when I started the tradition with the birthday hat. We had just moved to Wisconsin and I think we might have taken him swimming in Lake Michigan for the first time as a treat.

His third birthday is chronicled here and his fourth birthday chronicled here ; both posts make me smile. Ah, little Henry. Remember when you had a voice on the internet? Not so much anymore, huh?

I'm still his mom, no matter how distracted I've become, and I still have the right to embarrass him in photo shoots:)






I still love my little fluff ball even if my attention is slightly diverted towards my human son these days. Sometimes I feel bad for Henry because of how much his life has changed in the past year....going from the king of the castle on every piece of furniture, sleeping in bed with us, endless photo shoots and attention....to being second place to Truman, never on furniture, and lucky if he gets a walk around the block. Sometimes I'll look down at my feet and see every single dog toy laying there as if to say, 'Mom, do you like any of these enough to throw them around with me?' So sad.

But then again, he still has a pretty sweet life and he knows we love him to death. I really do think he's better adjusted and more settled now compared to last year before his training and he really does love Truman, too. He got his peanut butter plate again this year and therefore he forgave me of all my sins. :)




We love you Henry. I know this last year has been a challenging one for you at times but you've handled it fabulously (well, except for our first night home from the hospital but we'll forget about that night). You are the best little doggie in the world bud. And don't worry, you still have 62 posts on this blog with your name on it and so far Truman is only at 54. You win for now! Let's go for a long walk today, okay? Just as soon as I change Truman's diaper...

Anyone else have a major shift in priorities when it comes to the family pet and a new baby? I don't think it's a bad thing, necessarily, because Henry is still happy and healthy and loved. But he just doesn't rule the roost anymore, that's all. :)