Butter is one year old today. No party, because half his playmates are dogs and half are cats...probably wouldn't work out. Also, rain, rain, rain today. But Butter had his breakfast wrapped in the paper towel that microwaved the bacon, followed by overtime fetch action and treats, and will have an indoor romp with his best friend, Louie this afternoon. Oh, yes...a giant-sized Greenie tonight! Happy birthday to Butter, who makes us smile every single day. (See my photo gallery for Butter.) Is there anything worse than empty nesters with a small dog? Probably not.

I had a Fran's dark chocolate-dipped soft caramel topped with coarse sea salt on a side table in our family room, waiting for it to reach room temp. Butter, who loves salt but doesn't get any, quietly lifted the chocolate in its little fluted paper and absconded to his quilt. When I couldn't find the chocolate, I spied the paper on the quilt. Fortunately, aside from chocolatey, caramelly breath for the rest of the day, no harm was done. Having a puppy is like having a baby in the house, only they are sneakier.