So Lula turned a whopping fourteen years young on Friday. So we made her a 'cake'. I thinks this post needs a pic by pic narration so here goes (all words said in the voice of the dog in "Up"). Darn I look good for fourteen.
Seriously is my cake ready yet?
And NOW is it ready?
I am not going to let a lit candle stand in the way of meat.
Josh helps her out.
Finally unfettered access.
And last of all Lula as a puppy (the one on the right, not the one eating my shoelaces)
