I had my ninth birthday! I love birthdays because my humans give me special human food for my special day. Like other rescue dogs, I have more than one birthdate in my records. So my humans celebrate twice a year, on both birthdays in my file.
We went for a walk around the neighborhood and I played with other dogs and ignored the humans. After we got home my human mom made me wait to eat because I had been running. So unfair. I drooled a whole puddle waiting for my food! Then – finally – she put the bowl down. After I inhaled that, I got my birthday treat.
Ahhh, that fish was good. Maybe I’ll get chicken on my next birthday.
Good night!!
Roxie, #535
