So, the other day, our girl Abbi had what can only be described as an existential moment. We were sitting around talking about dates and schedules, and somewhere in the mix, one of us said, “Hey, Abbi’s birthday is coming up next month.”

Now, normally, she’s pretty chill until those words hit her ears. Her head snapped around like she just heard the word “walk.” You could almost see the gears turning in that furry little brain of hers.

It was like she suddenly remembered: “Wait a second… I get cake. I get toys. I get extra belly rubs. MY DAY IS COMING.”

Since then, she’s been acting like she’s in full birthday countdown mode.

• Every time we walk past the treat jar, she gives us that look.
• She’s been “subtly” dragging her favorite toys out one by one—probably to remind us what she wants more of.
• And she’s been sticking extra close to Christa, which usually means she’s buttering us up for something.

We’ve started tossing around ideas for how to celebrate. Maybe a special trip to the park, a new squeaky toy she can destroy in five minutes, or a nice bubble bath and blowout so she’s photo-ready. (She’s got that “model pose” down—ears up, tail wag, tongue out like she knows she’s cute.)

She’s turning into quite the personality half drama queen, half cuddle bug and we wouldn’t have it any other way.

So yeah, the countdown is officially on. One month until Abbi’s big day, and if you know her at all, you know she’s not letting us forget it.