This will take some explaining. On Christmas Day in 1976 when my youngest son Ross was six months old, my sister gave him this black and white soft toy called Puppy. He became Ross's constant companion throughout his childhood (and I suspect beyond) Puppy was his best friend and felt like a member of the family. So of course he hd to have a birthday and a party. Thirty seven years later and the family still come together on Christmas Eve to celebrate Puppy's birthday. My sister made his cake this year.
