Homer's Tenth Barkday - The Cake Carnage

Today is Homer’s Birthday. He is ten years old.

Every year, without fail, I bake my beloved little boy a cake. This year was no exception. I lovingly prepared a heart-shaped oatmeal/carrot/minced chicken concoction which symbolised my unwavering love to my faithful pooch. The cake was decorated with ‘look-a-like’ white marzipan, sprinkled with bacon bits and finished with smoked sausage slices trimming the outside.

I wanted to take a photo of Homer and Savannah posing nicely with my ‘masterpiece’. So, I had everything set-up perfectly, ready to capture the moment.

Unfortunately, things did not go according to plan. The minute I put the damned cake on the floor next to my kids, both of them ‘dived-in’. Savannah managed to grab some bacon and Homer…sigh…Homer scoffed the entire top layer. So, sorry folks, no pretty photos of my two angels and my booti-ful creation. Instead, all I was left with was this shot of the two of them, after Bill had managed to ‘rescue’ what was left…

And then the aftermath…

I’m sure the two of them are in cahoots to ruin my best-intentioned photo shoot.

Happy Birthday my dearest Homer.

Love,

The Missus