We here at GG HQ always try and cover the really important issues in the town that never sleeps.

And that means roving the streets, seven days a week, 24 hours a day, for the stories that matter.

The stories that the good people of Greystones want to know – the stories that Greystonians need to know.

And one such story happened on this sleepy Sunday, in a quiet, unassuming corner of Charlesland Court.

From the outside, it looked just like any other cosy little house. Well-kept driveway, nicely trimmed hedge, a small oil patch on the paving.

Inside, it was a different story though. 

Inside, a group of adults had gathered in a circle. Some had even brought their children with them. So they could watch. And chant along.

And in the middle of that circle of smiling, panting adults, in this small, innocent home in the middle of Charlesland?

Not one, not two, but eight wildly fluffy and mildly petrified little white dogs, each one small enough to squeeze into a shoebox, and every one of them puffed up and pampered within an inch of their privileged lives.

And suddenly, the chant began to rise. And rise. Until even those passing by could hear the rhyming, chiming words…

“Happy Birthday to you/Happy Birthday to you/Happy Birthday dear Bonnie…“

Yep, today was the big day. Today was Bonnie’s Big Birthday Party.

And, would you believe it, this generous little pooch – who survived a major health scare last year – even invited John McGowan along to take some pics…

You can check out – and download for free – the full gallery of John McGowan’s hi-res shots here.