It’s my birthday and I’ll bark if I want to

Happy Birthday Rose

I’m 12 years old today. I don’t feel any different than 11 or 10 or 9 or 8 or 7 years old. It was a good day but then every day is a good day when you’re a dog like me with caring two-legged companions. Anyways, today Brian and Dee sang — well with Dee it’s more like a cross between howling and coughing when she sings — Happy Birthday.

Brian made his special pumpkin cinnamon treats for me but Kate got some too. She’s a pushy spaniel, if I get something she has to have it too. Once she tried to steal my celery stick right out of my jaws. See celery breaks off really easily so she just snagged it and ran. I told her very politely if she did it again, I’d bite her butt.

Dee decorated the patio with stuff that says Happy Birthday.

Kate celebrates Rose's birthday.

I had to wear a birthday hat which was okay because I get treats when I wear a hat. I had a birthday cake made out of stuff that’s good for dogs. And then a really nice dinner of roast chicken, potatoes and carrots.

It was a good birthday.

Rose, older but not old.

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