Me and Rascal. Rascal adopted us. He just showed up at the house one day years ago. We tried hard for about a half day trying to find his owner. He is the smartest, most affectionate dog we have ever had.

I had my birthday last week. Or I should say birthdays. A birthday is much too important to be just one day. One day only is very harsh, don’t you think? Fortunately, my family plays along with the concept. I’m a blessed man for many reasons.

Look at that big ole cake, look at the old man huffing and puffing, look at the young son looking doubtfully. Just so you know, I didn’t get them all blown out with one puff. Overconfidence I guess.

And Heather sang.

Look at the big pile of cards and gifts. Like I said I am a blessed man. I don’t deserve all that do I. My favorite line from Clint Eastwood’s character is “None of us get what we deserve.” That has an entirely different meaning to it.

And I played some happy music on my way to work.

Saturday morning we worked with the rescue kittys at the the Petsmart in Broken Arrow. We do that twice a month or so and it is really fun. The cats are fun. We are all about rescue critters in our house. You can see this one really likes Heather. Everybody really likes Heather, including me. She is awesome.

Friday night she took me out to dinner in the Brady District during the area’s First Friday celebration. I found this beauty in the Philbrook Museum downtown.

Yes indeed, life is good, and I am a blessed man.