That damn dog ate my Red Velvet birthday cake!

Apparently along with herding skills Wheaten Terriers have the gift of scaling barstools only to devour their master's birthday cake. One may find this comical however it make's for a nasty 48 hours of clean-up. I do so regret that my hubby didn't put the lid on the cake while we were out for my celebratory dinner. Thanks Molly for saving me the calories, I do still love you and now you have to wear that cake on your hips.