Happy Birthday, Schultz!

Guess who's birthday it is?  Yep.  Our big furry German Shedder/Shredder is two years old!  Two years of trouble.  So let's recap what this beast has done.  He's destroyed our grill, chewed our kitchen chairs, tromped my flower gardens, drank my mother-in-law's coffee, ran away from home four times, tried to eat my violin, jumped in the bathtub with my son, eaten my husband's wallet and credit cards, and drank water from the toilet.  I'm sure I missed a bunch of stuff, but I think you get the idea of what a fine pet he's been.

To celebrate the occassion, we had a birthday party.  (No chocolate at this one!)  We got the beast a squeaky red rubber ball (pictured) which is his new favorite toy (can you tell?).  We got him four new bones, and invited his best friend, a white lab named Charlie, over for a play date.  Those two had a blast romping around the yard, chasing each other, and sniffing each other's behinds.

When it was all done, Schultz snuggled with his ball, and had a nice long nap.   I think he's gearing up for the terrible two's.  Let's see what kind of trouble he can get into this year!