Happy Birthday to G

Today is my birthday.  Happy Birthday to me. 

Or at least I think it is.  I got a Birthday Card from my vet in St. Louis. They said it was my birthday, but I think someone just made it up.  When Stray Rescue found me, know one knew where I came from.  They just guessed I was a couple of days old.

But I think, that as long as you only celebrate once every year, then you can have a birthday any time you want.  So I want my birthday on the day that the vet sends me a card!


Guess how old I am.  Are you ready?  I'm three.  But that's actually 21 in dog years.  So I can drink legally now. 

See?  I'm partial to red wine.  Mostly 'cuz they come in a large glass.  Those little glasses that they put white wine in?  They get stuck on my nose. 

Anyway, I'm having a really good birthday.  If you want to celebrate your birthday today with me, you just go right ahead and do it!  Happy Birthday to all of us.

 (hic,  oops)  Love, G.