It's Bandit's birthday and we had to celebrate with all of you!
After all, how often does a great dachshund turn 18?
We don't have a lot of plans for the week, but we intend to spend it wisely. The staff is distracted by yet another raccoon break-in on the back porch, but we think they are aware it's a very special day on Thursday. We're sticking together and plan to refuse funny hats or stupid pictures.
Bandit may have lost his vision, but he certainly hasn't lost his dignity -- and it's not going to happen with an asinine hat.
And we're certainly not going anywhere with Staffer Dad. He seems to think Bandit needs to go register for the draft. What's the draft anyway? We have had a draft beer before though, and that was good. We could use another one of those....maybe a mug for Bandit's birthday?
