happy freaking birthday, man.

today is bradley's fifth birthday. given the life-expectancy handicap of great danes, we give him 12 human years for every dog year. this puts him at 60, just a few years away from joining aarp. we decided to make him some very special cupcakes, chocolate with peanut butter frosting, and so we made them with care, and set them to cool.

and it is on this day that we finally realized why bradley is always depressed. he has a way of ruining everything. today he ruined his birthday by swiping four cupcakes off of the counter. so instead of bradley getting one big cupcake with frosting swirled on it, he has four frostless cupcakes with spiderman wrapper in his stomach.

here, a detailed photographic depiction of this evening's events.


happy birthday, brad, the biggest one is in the middle and it's for you!

happy birthday, dear braaaadleeeeey...

interesting. nine on the plate, only three on the cooling rack. four cupcakes are missing.

the evidence.

how bradley spent the rest of his birthday.