happy birthday to me,
happy birthday to me,
happy fourth birthday to petey,
happy birthday to me.
(All I got was this lousy toy).
That's okay b/c now I'm officially older than everyone in the house--dog years rule, baby!
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Hey Petey,
Yeah, yeah, yeah...happy birthday. I guess I'm not the newest canine in the family now. That rots like my breath after eating poop. Which I'll admit isn't all that bad if you try it. Nice bone. I'd be jealous but I'm too busy enjoying a cow knuckle my owner got me at Trader Joe's.
So what's it like in Ft.Wayne? Any good looking dogs? Have you lost your urge for the females like me? I don't know what happened. They just said I was going in for a routine checkup and bam...gone! Life's good in SoCal though. Can't beat the weather. I went and played in the snow once this year up in the mts. Enough for me. Well, it's getting late and I've got to do my patrols around the perimeter. Seems as if the cat next door and this squirrel are in cohoots. Whoof!
Harley
well, guess what, harley, you've got the one-up on me now. i'm sick, man! sick! i've been pooping and throwing up all over the place--even on two of mom and dad's nice area rugs. i couldn't help it. they put me in the bathroom so i wouldn't mess-up the house, but i broke out because i had to go, man! mom was worried and called the vet. they gave me this pink human medicine--gross. i remember mom telling me that once you threw up after eating coffee, so i knew i could tell you and you wouldn't make fun of me.
that bone looks old, maybe that's why you're sick. or the hose water. or the dancing. or the partying...slow down party time!
a-Dog
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