I carry all of the blame for this.
Lola P’s birthday was back in March, just before I started blogging again, and I realised only this week that I hadn’t posted ANY of the photos, and oh my god, how terrible, because they still make me laugh.
A true diva such as Lola Pug requires a bit of a splash on her birthday (11 years, dears – where has the time gone?!?), so the menus were planned, the (two) guests were invited, the party hats were unearthed, and the celebrations BEGAN!
Well. The photobooth was set up, is what I mean to say.
Lola P is really *such* a pro.
The crazy and overwhelming joy felt in the photobooth was only amplified when the Fuppies came over and joined the party.
Can you feel it?
Can you feel the love and joy and complete celebration?
I throw such amazing pug parties.
Happy belated birthday, my little Bean.
I love you more than I ever thought possible.
And boy, do you ever look fetching in pink.