Today is Tootie’s birthday. She’s one. She’s currently demolishing a file folder in the floor besides me, but it’s her birthday, so I’m just letting her.

The boyfriend is going to cook her a rabbit for dinner. He wanted to buy a live, real rabbit, maybe a lame one, and let her catch and kill it. I told him that was totally fucked up, and that there would be no backyard killings, birthday or not. So he bought frozen rabbit for her instead.

She may get an extra walk or two, also. And a trip to PetSmart for more dog food and maybe a pig ear. But it’s below freezing right now, so we’re staying put. We can play birthday when the sun starts shining a little brighter.

UPDATE: That rabbit was gone in under a minute.

UPDATE #2: Birthday party photos!