Birthday Girl

Greta — one of the more neurotic and sweet dogs you’d ever want to meet — turns six today. I’m baking her a cake, which is just the sort of thing to do when a Newfoundland makes it 2/3 of the way through the average lifespan of her breed. She’s also going to receive a giant rawhide covered with some variety of meaty goo.

I’m setting the odds at 4-1 that she’ll heave all this on the rug by early evening.