I wish my Mom had some pictures of me when I was undoubtedly an adorable puppy but alas, she doesn't because I just came to live with her 6 months ago. She sure is making up for lost time with her silly camera though, always in my face.
This is the first time I've celebrated a birthday so I didn't know what it was all about. Since my birthday is on a Tuesday we didn't do a big party like I wanted! But I got to hang out with my Mom which is my favorite thing anyway! And I got presents! Hooray!
Third step: get to chewin'!
Mom decided to treat me to a stuffed toy for my birthday even though she knows I can't be trusted with them.
Meet Mr. Giraffe.
The photo above may appear like I'm being calm. Tricked you! This was just me taking a rest after flinging him back and forth with my head for five straight minutes.
Still resting.After an appetizer treat of a few strands of Mr. Giraffe stuffing, I got my real treat! Watermelon! It's my favorite and it's about the only thing Mom gives me since apparently I'm "morbidly obese."
Now let's get down to business. This guy was destroyed within five minutes of first chew. I don't know why my Mom won't just let me eat all of the stuffing like I want to. It's my birthday for crying out loud!!
Now in dog world, I've heard that when you turn three years old, you're legal. I'm still waiting for my first beer. What gives, Mom?? Let's walk up to Tower Pub and have a nightcap!