My big baby turned three sometime in the past few months.  Since we don’t actually know his birthday, the poor guy was dumped on a dirt road when he was just a baby, we celebrate his Gotcha Day.  Except, his horrible mom completely forgot, so his celebration was a few days late.  Pretend this all took place on August 19.

For Servo’s (late) Gotcha Day we decided to take him to the new Pet Cafe that just opened.  B and I had already scoped the place out so we knew what kind of ridiculousness we were getting into.  The Pet Cafe, besides being a pet shop that sells treats, food and other supplies, also has a small cafe area where you can order meals off a menu for your dog.  It’s ok, you can laugh.  I totally did.  The whole thing seems very silly, but it was cute and fun.  It was certainly a treat for the dogs!

Of course Servo is just happy to have a leash put on him.

Typically he hates car rides, but I think he knew this one was going to end well. 

Immediately when we get to the place chaos ensues.  There were three other small dogs wandering the store.  Of course Servo and Zoey couldn’t focus on anything other than the small dogs.  My bright idea to take adorable pictures of my spoiled pups was pretty much a flop.

I ended up with a bunch of the back of the head shots.  Wonderful, I know.

Finally, we sat down at a table and ordered Servo his birthday meal.  He got the Cowboy Cookout.  It was the most manly meal choice.  I can’t really remember what all was in it.

Basically it was wet dog food, which is a real treat for our pups.  I honestly can’t remember if they have ever had it before.  Servo devoured his in record time.  Zoey on the other hand daintily licked all the syrup from the bowl and then gently took small bites.  If we didn’t let Servo help her finish I think we would have been there all day!

B was a good sport.  He acted embarrassed and made sure to tell everyone this was my idea, but honestly, I was just going to drive Servo through McDonalds.  B was the one who suggested we take them to the Pet Cafe.  Big softie.  And he complains that I am spoiled!  Whose fault is that?  By the way, this is the same man who a few hours early purchased Frosty Paws, just because.  (In case you don’t know, Frosty Paws is ice cream for dogs.)

While we were waiting on Zoey to finish, I decided to take some pictures of my baby boy.

From this angle, I can almost remember puppy Servo.  He was so tiny. 

Don’t they say the Terrible Threes are much worse than the Terrible Twos?  Servo was trying to prove that point.

Little brat.  Don’t worry, it got worse.

Grr.  Just as I was about to give up on getting a nice picture of him, he cooperated.

There is my mature, regal boy.

Happy Gotcha Day, Servo!  I can’t believe my baby is three.