Happy Birthday to me! Happy Birthday to me! How old am I, you ask? Let’s just say I’m a senior citizen.
It’s about this time every year when Mom and Dad put a silly hat on my head, sing a silly song, and sit me in front of a toy that looks suspiciously like a cupcake. They never let me chew on it, though, and I never see it again for a year – rude! They can keep that hat in the closet forever, as far as I’m concerned.
I’m what they call a rescue dog, so we’re not really sure when my “birth” day is. To make it easy on the old folks, we celebrate on my dad’s birthday in July.
My birthdays are a lot of fun. I get special treats like peanut butter on a stick, pup cups, and crunchy biscuits that taste like carrots. One year my mom’s friend sent me a birthday card. Imagine that! A birthday card of my very own. Mom made me sit and stay, then propped the card up in front of me so she could take a picture. She’s always taking pictures. Sometimes I turn my head or lie down to tease her. Last year I got some balloons. They were fun to poke with my nose, and then I tried to catch them as they rolled around the room.
Humans have fun birthdays too. They get big edible cupcakes, which means crumbs and frosting fall on the floor for me to clean up. Their new toys come wrapped in crunchy, shiny paper, so I get to help them open their presents by tearing off the covering. I rip it into tiny little pieces, then wonder why Dad goes around and picks up my masterpiece scattered all over the rug. The boxes are fun to attack too.
To all my four-legged and two-legged friends, I hope you always have tail-wagging, face-licking, treat-chomping birthday celebrations, whenever they are.
Love,
Larry
