Happy Birthday to Me... Happy Birth-Day Dear Meeeeeeeeeee......
Happy Birthday to Me.
I did it - today I'm officially no longer a puppy (although mom still plans to use this as an excuse for virtually anything I do for at least another year or so). Today I become a man.
And that means gifts, as all of you dogs know. So mom brought out my big present... a FANTASTIC new leather collar!
I was starting to feel like she didn't care much about my appearance lately as my old collar was starting to get a little ratty and small.
It's a beautiful "cowboy cool" collar that she got from a really nice lady on ebay - check out her auctions HERE if you want one just like mine (and I couldn't blame you for wanting to look just like your idol)...
And what is the most important part of the birthday celebration - after presents that is? It's CAKE, of course. Mom got me a bone-shaped cake from Three Dog Bakery and boy was I ready to chow.
Dad sliced it (after they sang to me) into little pieces so that I could eat it easily without dragging doggie frosting all over the floor..... mmmmmmmmm.
Damn tasty cake.
Peanut butter cake with yogurt frosting and carob writing - it even said Happy Birthday Bogart on it with two doggie paws!
Kafka the cat thought he'd get "in on the action". Hell, I steal his food all the time so have a tiny piece my little buddy (and I mean a really small piece - more for me).
This is the resulting "cake coma".
I ate nearly half the cake by myself and needed a few minutes to, uh, digest.
Then mom dragged me out of the house again, but this time I was really in for some fun... we went over to her friend Marieke's house - the owner of my 3 favorite Airedales in the whole world!
I haven't seen them for awhile so I admit that I was a bit, ahem, randy and my excitement and hormones went into overdrive (and yes, in true rock and roll doggie style when I was done humping I starting puking - too much cake and hormones). But that's ok, they know me and still love me. And of course the fact that I brought them the rest of my birthday cake didn't hurt...
I'm thinking that birthdays should be celebrated far more often than once a year. This one was FUN.
Love,
Bogart
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