Happy Birthday to ME!

Yes, today I am 7 years old. I'm not even going to go into that stupid "dog years" thing that the humans came up with to justify why we should behave ourselves, and yet we still don't get the right to vote, drive a car or buy booze in plain brown bags.

This morning the human woman threw the mutatoes out into the cold and allowed me to chew on the tasty chew bone with poultry flavoring. She also scratched all of my very itchy places. Later I got some kind of Popsicle thing to eat, that was tasty. She also gave me a lick of her yogurt spoon (raspberry), more scratching, and she let me claw her. I clawed her good too, it was a reared up, both feet coming down stabbing motion with a swipe at the end. I can't wait to see the interesting bruise that one made.

So, yeah, generally that was my birthday. Nothing really special. I would have had all of you over, but the house isn't a mess, and that would have meant I would have had to share my chewy bones and tasty ice creams, so sorry.