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Happy Birthday To Me

birthdayAs a rule. I love birf-days.

They’re awesome. There’s cake. You get to blow candles outs. Ba-wooons. And you sing-a-song…

You know. Happy birf-day to you, happy birf-day to you…

It doesn’t really matter whose birf-day it is. I love ’em. So festive.

But today it’s my birf-day. And even though I don’t like the spotlight…the focus will be on me today.

That’s right. I’m 23. What?!?!

stuffieI have no idea what that number means…but I think it has something to do with dinosaurs…

Not like my dinosaur Stuffie or Barney…a real one…

At least Daddy says that’s how it makes him feel. I dunno?

I’ve said it before. And I’ll say it again. That guy’s an enigma.

But I’m not the only one who likes my birf-day. Mommy does too.

She gets excited looking through the cake book at the store to pick the cake I want. Sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo many choices!

Sesame Street, Thomas the Train, Disney, Dora, and, and, and…FANTASTIC!

We lose Dad about 2 pages in. But Mommy and I power through it.

Besides the cake on my birf-day, I get a couple other things.

FIrst. Mom makes my favorite meal. It’s got chicken…good. Cheese…good. Stuffing…gooood.

And then! I get presents. They don’t get me near as many as Santa Claus brings me…but Mommy and Daddy are pretty busy…so I get it.

Anyway. It’s been a pretty good year I guess.

halloweenDidn’t have to go back to school…which is cool.

But, honestly, I do miss the opportunity to dress up every now and then.

Like this. It’s hard to tell…but that’s not really Whembly Fraggle…it’s me. I’m wearing a costume.

I guess I could still dress up. But let’s face it. When you’re 23. It’s not cool anymore.

Ooooh who am I kidding? It’s still FREAKING AWESOME.

So you might be wondering? What do I get a kid who has everything?

Cake. Favorite meal. B-wohing out the candles. A couple presents. Everything.

trainsYou might think a new Thomas the Train set.

While that might be cool. I’m good.

I already have one. See. Here I am setting it up at the bottom of the stairs…by the front door…

Because…where else do you put a train set together?

I don’t need any new movies. I’ve got ’em all.

And the onesĀ  I don’t have…I’ve got plenty of tickets for.

I have Legos. I don’t know where all of them are anymore. But Daddy finds ’em when he walks in my room for something. Thaaaat’s a little funny.

So I don’t need any “things”. Nope.

Plus – Mommy doesn’t know I know – she already got me some stuff. SURPRIIIIISE!

I know most of you will feel compelled to send me stuff. And I appreciate that. I do.

But instead of sending me stuff…maybe…you could just go here to my site and drop a few quarters to help people like me get dawgs like this:

service dog

That would make you and me feel good. Because it’d be helping someone else out on my birf-day…or any day really.

Mommy said that’s a nice thing to do too.

Aw-rite. I gotta go get some breakfast and watch-a-mooovie before the cake and presents later today.

So. Bye. See ya ta-mah-wo.

 

 

Oh. BTW. That picture of the dog is from the nice people at SDWR. You should check ’em out.

 

 

 

These Are My Daawgs

So in my last couple posts here and here, I have mentioned JackJoey.

jackjoey3Many of my fans have asked…just who is JackJoey?

They’re my daawgs.

I think they are both…hold on.

WHAT!??! What do daawgs say??? Daddy…I’m kinda in the middle of…

FINE. Daawgs say woof woof woof.

Sorry…that was my Dad asking what daawgs say. I swear keeping that guy entertained is a full time job. Exhausting. <shaking my head>

Anyway…where was I?

jackOh yeah. JackJoey.

jackJoeyThere’s actually two of them. Jack is a Golden-Doodle (he’s over there ===>>) and Joey is a Golden Retriever (that’s her <<===).

But you hardly ever see them apart. EVER. Where one goes…the other goes too. Even in the picture of “her”…he’s hanging around.

Sooooo, it’s just easier to say JackJoey than separate their names.

Hey! I’m a man of few words.

I think they’re both pretty old. Maybe 12 and 11???? So in dog years that’s 11. Times. 7.

That makes them…let’s see…carry the 1…and…

…I dunno…old?

Mommy and Daddy say they probably won’t be around much longer. I’m not really sure what that means? Where are they gonna go?

They’re pretty good daawgs though. They bark and growl really mean when people walk by the house. Or when someone drops off a package…which reminds me…I should be getting a package today…I’ll have to keep an eye out.

Well…Jack barks and growls. Joey just stands there beside him wagging her tail. I think I’ve only heard her bark once or twice. Like me…she’s a girl of few words.

I’m not really sure what the barking is about. Maybe to sound tough? I guess???

Believe me. He’s not tough. One time…Dad took him on a run…he lost a toe.

Jack did…not Daddy. I think Dad looses marbles…at least that what Mommy says.

And another time. He was playing in the snow. And cut his foot. How do cut your foot…on the snow?

I guess he should only be allowed to run around in a pillow factory. Never mind. Bad idea. He’d probably choke on fev-fers they put in the pill-wos.

Anywho. Both of them are really good to me. They don’t bite me if I get mad and accidentally jackjoey2pull their tail. They let me pet them. They take the blame for eating all the cookies. They hang out under the kitchen table so I don’t have to clean up if I drop something.

And most importantly…they always love me and I always love them.

Although they don’t like getting their pictures taken like I do. This one was like corralling cats. But at least I got everyone to smile.

Ok. Well I have to go for now.

Daddy asked me to come along with him to run some errands this morning. Probably needs my advice on some real estate stuff???

And I have to go see the dentist (I’ll tell you about that later).

But now you know my daawgs JackJoey.

See ya ta-mah-wo.