Fourth Burfday

Hello readers,

It is I, Henry. Today is my fourth birthday. Please take a moment to jot the date on your calendar for next year. I'll wait.

My mother made me pose for an obscene number of pictures today with that stupid hat she makes me wear every year. I was less than thrilled.















But then she regained her title as best mom in the world and decided to skip the healthy, gourmet treats from the local pet store. Instead, she went for the gold with a peanut butter plate of goodness. I thought I died and went to doggy heaven, no joke.



Mom and Dad keep saying things like, 'We can't believe you are getting so old' and apparently, I'm exactly the same age as my parents when you take into account dog years (four years old, times seven is twenty-eight....same as the folks). My crazy Mom got a little teary and said, 'Oh great, now you will always be older than us. Stop getting old, Henry!' and gave me a big hug.

I guess I'll put up with their antics for another year. As long as there is more peanut butter involved, of course...