Having spent the days before Samuel's first birthday with growing excitement, the occasion was made all the more memorable by a most embarrassing of blunders.
The night before the 26th March, Samuel's date of birth, I nostalgically took a glance at his Kennel Club documents. Imagine my horror then when I saw that his birthday wasn't the 26th at all, but the week before, on the 19th. The 26th was the date of registration. His birthday had passed by without murmur or merriment! The guilt was overwhelming.
The night before the 26th March, Samuel's date of birth, I nostalgically took a glance at his Kennel Club documents. Imagine my horror then when I saw that his birthday wasn't the 26th at all, but the week before, on the 19th. The 26th was the date of registration. His birthday had passed by without murmur or merriment! The guilt was overwhelming.
What terrible pug parents!
Samuel, thankfully, knew no better and proceeded to open his cards with all the vigour of the one-year old he now was. We knew we had a lot of making up to do!
Samuel, thankfully, knew no better and proceeded to open his cards with all the vigour of the one-year old he now was. We knew we had a lot of making up to do!
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