Do I even really need to tell you that my pup of a dog (Irving Brown Socks) turned 3 whole entire years old yesterday?! Well – of course I do – otherwise you wouldn’t have had any idea at all – and now you do – and everything is more gooder.

Did he get presents? Oh Johnny – you had better believe that he did . . . one of those throw the ball stick/scoop things, an awesome nylabone frisbee, a toy that looks like a stick – a stick that squeaks and – of course – some chicken/cheese sniffers.

Was he the most excited to finally be “legal” in dog years for the sips of beer that he has been sneaking? Well – why don’t you take a look at that photo – and tell me just how excited he is . . . I would personally say that he is fit to burst – like a pinata full of candied excitement.

Hooray for dog!

Oranges . . . or more specifically . . . clementines (which are those tasty tasty little no-seed, easy-peel oranges that come in small boxes with netting on top).

As we are walking – not just today – but a lot of days – as well – I was eating a clementime (for the record – there was one huge seed that I found – and had to spit out) . . . and so Socks (determining that ownership of all of my possessions are around 10% his) made a head nod gesture. That was his indication that – maybe – it was time to hand over a piece of a section. So I did.

Recently – as we were working on some serious frisbee action (and when I am sitting here saying serious – you must know that I really mean seriously serious) – pieces of clementine were used as the treats to make him stop destroying the frisbee – and get ready for the next round.

I guess that the point of all of this is that my dog eats small oranges . . . what does yours eat?

And for the sake of inclusion . . . if you don’t have a dog (cat, gerbil, monkey or macaw) theeeeeeen – I guess . . . uhm . . . what do you eat when you play with a frisbee?!

I guess . . .