So Lyle turned three today.  He told me that if I dressed up for the party that there would be cake and ice cream.  Well, let me just say, it is already 9:00 pm EST and there hasn't been ANY stinkin' cake (or good smelling cake either for that matter).  Not that I really believed him, but when cake is involved, you can't really afford to take any chances.  Mmm, cake.  Mmm, ice cream.  Mmmmmmm.

So I feel a little bad about last night. I think that maybe, in retrospect, that I could have been a little more considerate of the Lyle's needs.  I was doing some power lounging on the love seat in my office.  The bosses were busy laughing about how "cute" us dogs were.  I wasn't napping, but I was kind of in that zone just before sliding off to sleepiness.

Well, before long, Lyle notices that I have a good thing going on the love seat and, in the typical Lyle fashion, he decides to be a copy-dog.  Now, of course, I don't have any problem sharing (well at least not with things that aren't tasty), but I was just SO comfortable.  And it isn't like he was being insistent or anything like that.

So, like I said, I let him up, it is just that I don't move over to give him any extra room.  He was such a good boy.  He didn't try to push me off or anything like that.  I think that he is really maturing.  Maybe three will be his best year yet!  He gave it a real good effort.  I was sure that he was going to get it at one point.  All he needed to do was that final plunk down of his bum and he would have know the comfort that I was experiencing too.  But I guess it just wasn't meant to be.

  So you can see how maybe I feel a little bad.  Maybe next time I'll scoot over. 

Well, it is getting past my bed time.  I'll bark at you later.

Little Bit