So I have some pictures to show you, beginning with my Dad's new great idea: "Bazooka Dog" as he calls it. I'm thrilled as you can see:
But onto the good stuff: my presents! Mom said she dropped a pretty penny on my 'furry butt' today but obviously, I'm worth it.
Oh yeah, those are all gourmet treats...plus a new toy, a stupid hat, and my dry [boring] food. Here is my birthday cupcake:
I go in for the kill, choosing the organic pumpkin cookie first.
Mom made me pose in front of my toy box. It's overflowing these days, no?
Obviously, my parents don't hesitate to spoil the crap out of me. Can't wait to see how wretchedly spoiled their human children will be.
So this is my new yarn toy. Mom knows that my favorites are always the messiest [ie anything that leaves the floors dirty = awesome]
But it's hard work being three years old.
Mom made me go outside for some 'natural light' pictures but I wasn't feeling it. After all, I'm an adult and can make my own decisions these days.
So we came back inside and it happened: she forced me to wear the stupid hat.
Grrr, I will kill you.
hold on a second, this reminds me of something...
Flash back: here I am on my second birthday. Yep, this was last year and mom is too cheap to buy me a different hat. She told me not to eat the hat because we need to 'make it last' whatever that means. Something about the economy being crappy, blah blah blah. I think I look so immature here....so young, so naive. And my beard isn't even brown yet!
See, this is me now on my third birthday. Older and wiser, but still ticked off at mom for the hat. Funny how my expression didn't change in a year.
The hat starts to go....
And it ends up here. FYI: I always win staring contests:
Is it over yet?
Mom, please. So embarrassing.
Dad, you are such a loser.
As if that weren't humiliating enough, please look at what they did to me the other night. They are laughing because I'm furious. They want me to use my paws like hands [their fave]...but I hold out as long as possible.
So yeah, I'm three years old today and it doesn't feel any different. Besides the satisfying fullness in my tummy from downing so many treats. Tonight might be a fun night with many trips outside, if you know what I mean.
Does anyone else celebrate pet birthdays? Anyone up for a doggy get together, because my party would have been a lot better with other canines:)