"The Fish" has officially died, Life without Dad (aka Party at the Brewers), and my 1st B-day

As some of you may recall, a few months ago, Jim, my fish monger, gave me the big green monster. Well... the fish died a horrible death a few weeks ago.

I didn't realize I wasn't supposed to eat it. All the other chewies are ok to eat (at least, I think so).













So, I took at two week vacation at the Puppy and PJ's Palace. Was really fitting my style and us Dane's we know how to roll. Aunt Kim was there to answer our beck and call. That's a womans place, at least that is what Uncle James says. I hope I can do another jammin party again, nothing like 7x24 belly rubs! And since we're at PJ's Sinville, what happens in Sinville, stays in Sinville - so no pictures!

But Aunt Kim did take me to see dad for my birthday! I turned one last week. If Dad is right, I'm old enough to drink and drive (not together of course). My bro PJ showed up for the afternoon as well. We didn't get to stay long, since they're paving the really long driveway to Aunt Kim's place.






































































































It's time to go back to Sinville...but I missed Dad already!






























And Dad didn't give me my Birthday present yet! He says it needs to be a nice day.... WHATEVER!