Thursday, March 13, 2014

SIX

Greetings peasants.
Today is the day of my birth.
Let us celebrate.
Of course, my special day has constantly been overshadowed by the birth of man-child #1 with his cake and his presents and that detestable singing, but I am not one to hold a grudge.

Let us take a moment to revel in the glory of my corginess.
   
Are you not impressed?
I have hardly aged a day. I am a fascinating specimen of canine exceptionalism.
I might have just made that last word up. Do not question me.
If thou dost see me today, make sure to pat my head or scratch the top of my behind.
I do love to have my behind scratched.  

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