Happy Birthday, Sir.

Ricky is celebrating his first birthday today, which means he’s officially no longer a puppy. I considered writing him a card in which I’d list ten things to expect now that he’s a man, but instead I went old school. It was a tradition to let Petey pick out a toy at PetSmart on his birthday, and Ricky got to do exactly the same.

Whittling it down is a true art form, so I stood back and let the master go to work.

We finally had a mini-playoff among the Kong ball, squeaky bone and vulcanized gummy bear.

The upset winner: the gummy bear, who went on to lose a foot in the celebration.