We have a couple of birthdays in this house in the run-up to Christmas. Last week, Hubby had his birthday and it was a very special one! I’m not allowed to go into details but let’s just say it was another milestone reached.

On Monday however, it was Scooby’s turn. Our lurcher turned 7 – not that you’d know it. Apparently that makes him middle aged but nobody has told him that.

He opened a couple of his presents. The first one went like this:

Me: Happy Birthday Scooby

Scoobs: ‘Eyes like saucers – seems to know the word birthday means he can rip things’

Me: Come and get a present

Scoobs: ‘I knew it, out of my way woman’

Needless to say he took the present (quite gently) and ran off with it. When I had caught up with him he was trying to open the ‘dog Christmas stocking’ so I helped at this point. He is very good and doesn’t mind a bit of assistance. He was very focussed and keen to work as a team on this one.

He saw the snacks and seemed happy but when he saw the little gingerbread man he was over the moon. Away the two of them ran, squeaking dementedly. I tried to get you some pictures and I think you’ll be able to sense his excitement:

He has tired himself out and is now fast asleep on the floor beside me now!