I was hoping we could all sit outside and have the cake, but, it's brutally hot here. Lissa got a little brownie cake and I bought her a jar of sprinkles which she's been putting on everything. And a load of chocolate ice cream. We shared it with Aunt Casey and Uncle Dan and....poor Rocko just got sprinkles. Aunt Casey told Lis dogs can't have chocolate. How mean! He got dog biscuits though. I thought the poor dog was going to faint from anticipation and the smell of cake. He hung over Lis, sniffing and slobbering and at one point she yelled "Hey, I got dog rain drops on me!" They were both pretty well behaved today. Well, it's still her birthday, I'd better go. I promised I'd play with her all day. More later...if I survive. There's nothing like little happy kids and sweet dogs to make you feel good, right? And how can you have a decent white trash birthday party without a pitbull, an old towel for a table cloth and a kid that needs hosed off at the car wash? Yeee haw.