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.

10 Things I Don't Like

Here is a list of a few things that get me all worked up:

1. Big hairy dogs
2. Molly from down the street
3. Being kicked
4. Being hugged and kissed by stranger
5. My mommy playing with another dog
6. Having my chewing stick taken away
7. Walking in the rain
8. Abusive behavior, by humans and animals
9. Violation of my personal space
10. Being left alone at home.

My New Best Friend

Ever since I can remember I've had this white teddy bear named buddy (See "X-mas Card Perfect" for a picture of Buddy). I've played tug of war with him almost daily. I use him as my pillow, I drag him up and down the stairs when I'm playing with him and I chase after him when master throws him around the house. However, buddy makes me gag now. I think all the rough playing I've done with him have him seeing his last days. Buddy has this hole on his neck, and when I play with him, his white fully insides come out through this hole. I can't stop coughing. Mommy says I sound like a cat with a hairball, but we all know I'm a dog and not a cat.

I've asked for Buddy's neck to be repaired, but the tear is so large that there is no repairing.

Master surprised me the other day with a new friend. His name is Lion and he is not hairy like Buddy. Best of all he has no hole on his neck. Lion is colorful and has a long tail I can grab on when I'm dragging him around the house. I don't choke on Lion's hair at all.

Buddy has been my best friend since I was placed on foster care, but it is time to move on and make new friends.