Turns out I'm not the only one my pawrents know with a birthday in September! Go figure. We went to a birthday swordfighting tournament this afternoon! Daddy is a very good swordfighter. The birthday party was for me (obviously), Brenda, Kim and Lorne, friends of my pawrents. It was nice of them to include me. They even sang. And they cut the cake with a sword too. See:
That's Daddy swinging at the apple on the pell for a cutting demonstration. Behind him are Austin, Pierre and David. They were all fighting in the tournament too. Oh, just so you know, Daddy won the tournament. He also made the pell (the wooden thing holding the apple).
I was able to have a snooze in the sunlight while we were waiting for people to show up. As you can see, I came prepared. Squeaky squirrel, check; honey bone, check; food and water, check. OH! I haven't introduced you to Squeaky Squirrel, maybe I can do that tomorrow.
I also went walkabout and cheered on both Daddy AND Uncle Brett. That was tough, especially when they were fighting each other. I also got lots of cuddles. That's a great picture of Daddy and I isn't it? OH, and I made sure to give Brenda (she says I can call her Auntie Brenda) a nose kiss, because we're both September babies. Pei laughter.
And, because I love you all, here's a nose shot to keep you going.
Now excuse me, I'm exhausti-pei-ted and I'm going to nap.
Sniff ya later!