Doggy Birthdays and The Creepy Dog Stare

I'm not the type to throw a full blown party for my dog, Bella, even if she is the cutest-most-precious-doggy on the planet.  What we do is get her a vanilla ice cream cone on her birthday.  Partly because she loves it, partly because it's fun to watch her eat it. 

This last fall, with everything going on, we missed it.  I never thought I'd feel this guilty about missing my dogs birthday.  I didn't realize we had missed it until a couple days ago, but I'm pretty sure Bella knew.  

No wonder she's been looking at us like the creepy dog from The Omen.  I figure she's either possessed, or she's ticked off she didn't get her ice cream.  Either way, she's perfected the creepy dog stare.