Birthday #3!

Today is my day. Happy Birthday to me! Oh yes, we are celebrating BIG today. Ok, not big. I'm having a small gathering with mommy and Master.

I hear I get a special birthday treats and gifts.

Master of course is on photography duty while mommy gets the cake, candles, treats and gift ready.

Today I'm getting doggy birthday cookies as well as my very own homemade birthday treat. Since mommy knows I love to eat and cake is not really good for dogs, she is making me my very own birthday meat ball. I hope it is as large as my face and it better be all for me because I don't feel like sharing today.

Master and mommy sang me happy birthday and since I can't blow off candles, the candles were never lit, but I got the idea. Once mommy took those candles out of my meatball I gulped it down in seconds. I wasn't going to share it with Master and mommy is vegetarian, so I never have to share with her.

After eating my birthday meatball I grabbed a doggy cookie and I headed to mommy's bed to eat it. See the picture to catch all the action.


As for the birthday gift, I got a stuffed toy! Geoffrey the Toys R Us giraffe. He is funny looking but I love playing with him. His long neck is an easy target for me.

Thank you mommy and Master for this unforgettable birthday!

Today I Turn 2-years old, or 14 if You Count in Dog Years

Happy birthday to me! Happy birthday to me! Happy birthday dear Obi! Happy birthday to me!

Yes, it is true. I'm a year older now. If I was a human baby I would be entering the terrible twos, but since I'm a dog and in dog years I would be turning 14, I should be a tamed dog from now on.

I have been to previous dog birthday parties and I've had dog cake and ice cream. I've also seen some friends open gifts. However, for my birthday I wanted an intimate affair.  I told mommy and master that we should just stay in and celebrate as a family.

I was surprised that my front-door neighbor, Zinc (a huge boxer), send me a gift bag. I thought he didn't like me. Every time I see him, I bark at him like there is no tomorrow. I pull on my leash, I growl and if I could, I would chase him to end of the block until I get a piece of him.

The first time we met he slapped me with his big paw and since that day I've never been able to have a dog conversation with him. It was nice of him to send me a gift bag. I got treats, a frog, a rope and a ball. I hope we can be friends from now on.

Mommy got me doggy ice cream, it was peanut butter flavor. I wanted to eat the entire piece but mommy said it was too much for me and she just let me eat half the piece she served me.

I know there's some more ice cream in the freezer. If I remain a good dog, I might get some more ice cream later.