Clark & Lewis are my adventure boys. Rhodesian Ridgebacks with birthdays 1.08.05 & 9.18.05, respectively. They are my children and have taught me much about patience and commitment, and a decent amount about other people. They’ve given me such joy, such injuries, laughs and flatout fearful moments. Clark loves food more than I do, but he’s not nearly as picky. Lewis is finicky.
Like any child, their birthdays are significant occasions. I bake a dog-safe delectable, we invite all the neighbors and everyone wears a hat. I make treats for the people folk as well, and we all enjoy.
Yes, they’re spoiled rotten, but despite the fact that they are perfectly table height, they do not get to join us at the table, nor do they get leftovers of any sort. Good dog food, no doubt about it, but no human food.
