Birthday bones

10 months ago Mr. Incredible and I brought home an angelic faced 8 week old Welsh Corgi whom we named Yoshi. In those 10 months, our little angel has torn through 3 pet beds, demolished dozens of innocent stuffed animals, picked the fibers off 3 square feet of carpeting, grazed upon the leaves of our house plants scattering the half eaten remnants all over the floor, chewed through 4 pairs of shoes and the cord of my favorite lamp, plucked all the leaves off 6 rose bushes then used the branches as toothpicks, used the legs of my 90 year old piano as a gnawing post...

Aw...look at that face. With a mug like that, how could you stay mad at the guy? You can't. A stern, "No Yoshi!" (in one ear and out the other) is all I have the heart to do before he gives me the "I'm sorry" look.  By then, it's all over and I'm baking him doggie bones. [sigh]. Disciplining is not my strong suit, but lucky for him baking is! So in honor of my little ruffian's 1st birthday I made him peanut butter bones. Yummers!

You said nothing about sharing.

 HAPPY BIRTHDAY YOSHI!