Seems like just yesterday I brought home my 8 pound bundle, plopped him in my living room and said, "now what do I do?" ha! Time surely does fly by. We all celebrated with a marrow bone or a little ice cream (although birthday boy had a little of both). No funny hats. He doesn't need to know he and Ethel are going to the boarding place on Wed. so mom can go to a three-day tennis camp on Cape Cod (little b-day prezzie for myself), shhhhhhhhhhhh.