At the stroke (and watching poor Dick Clark brings new meaning to that) of midnight, we celebrated the New Year, as well as the birthdays of both Bernice and Dodger.
(To digress for a moment, can someone please get Dick Clark to retire this year? I hope he has a wonderful quality of life, but I think he's past his "Rockin'" years. It's like Sinatra when he kept singing long after his singing voice had left him. Leave people with the memories of you at your best, Dick!)
The festivities were mostly indoors. We had a great dinner and drinks with our friends Jon and Michelle, featured in the prior post after one end of their house got toasted. Then, at midnight, we wore our hats and blew horns to celebrate. We even had a shower of confetti (courtesy of spring-loaded confetti shooters), but we took that part of the celebration to the front lawn to minimize the mess in here.
Confetti fallout on the front lawn
Make a note somewhere. Dogs don't like party horns! They literally attacked them every time we used them.
So we moved on to the part of the party that the dogs like, their birthday party! They like it, because they get cake!
The remains of the cake. Hey, wasn't that a movie? No? :)
Of course, the dogs did get into the New Year's spirit. They insisted on wearing the hats. (Okay, maybe we forced them, but it's a small price to pay for cake!)
Bernice on her 10th birthday
Mandy, as she wonders why we do these things to her
Dodger on his 7th birthday (we think... sort of... okay, we're guessing, but we think we're pretty close)
You can see how cooperative Dodger is in that last photo. He wore the hat for about a millisecond. He kept flipping it off in an instant. That's why I couldn't get a shot without Marc in the background.
But all was well in the end. Each of the kids got big pieces of cake, and they were happy puppies!
On that note, I hope 2008 brings happiness and good health to all of you!