May 7 was a big day in the MFW household. No, we didn’t finish the barn, get new cows, or plant all the corn.
More important than that.
Yesterday this furry little fella turned two!
Even though Dairy Man keeps reminding me that 2 is really 14 in dog years and Jersey’s getting older, it seems like just yesterday that he was a timid baby ball of fur adjusting to farm life.
I still view Jersey the dog as my fluffy little child …er… puppy. I love him just a little too much.
Need more proof? While Dairy Man was hard at work strip tilling the fields last night, Jersey and I celebrated his two years of life at a party with his aunt Amber and cousin Maggie.
Can’t you see the family resemblance?
Jersey, like so many human children before him, had the misfortune to be born during planting season, harvest season, or summer.
Thus, he celebrated his birthday sans father figure. You really have to hope for rain if you want the farmers to come in for birthday cake.
But Jersey didn’t seem to mind once he was chowing down on a banana peanut butter pupcake.
Yes. I am that crazy dog person who throws my pup a birthday party. It was delightful, complete with party hats, wrapped presents, guest goodie bags, and canine baked goods. Don’t judge me.
Jersey and I are an anomaly in the farming world.
Most farm dogs live outside, chase cows, and inevitably meet untimely ends (by tractors, skidsters, cars, larger animals, etc.). But Jersey is not a farm dog. I watch him like a hawk. My pup sleeps next to our bed, has his own chair, and will live forever.
Dairy Man and his farming family think my puplove is a little crazy, but I’ve never been a normal farm wife.
The key, DM, is to just accept it. And yes, that does mean I would like to revisit the doggy bowtie discussion. Jersey would look so dapper…
12 thoughts on “Pupcakes and Puppylove: Jersey turns 2”
Thanks! I’d like to think so. 🙂
After just now, reading your original post about getting Jersey…seems like there has been a shift from “His Dog” to “My Dog”. I think he needs another dog!?
Ha! That’s a keen observation, Amy. It’s funny how that happened. DM still loves Jersey as much as I do, but my love manifests itself in a more …smothering manner. 🙂 I wouldn’t rule another pup out!
kinda upset that his favorite aunt wasn’t even invited to his birthday party….
It was a weeknight! We figured you wouldn’t be able to make the drive. I’m sure Jersey felt your love.
Happy Bday Jersey. You’re a cute black n white dog with a nice name. Afterall, you could’ve been named Holstein.
Jersey says thank you! Well, he said “woof,” but I speak fluent Border Collie. We thought about Holstein (he looks more like one, after all), but Jersey was just a cuter name. 🙂
You give new hope to all those farm dogs that thought birthday parties were only for the city dogs!!! Yeeup or is it yip?!
Either one works, Holly! As long as he gets pupcakes.