Hmmm, I knew something was up this week.
I can sense something!
It is my woofy bday!
I wish Keeper would sing well
and not out of tune
lest the neighbors think
something bad is happening in our house!
Yup, Keeper is home
and I am so happy.
Somebody will massage my back
clean and tickle my ears
kiss my drooly face
and smell my paws.
But dontcha worry, furries.
My cake has no chocolates:
It only has butter cake.
Fattening but OK.
And Keeper has to cut it into bite-sized pieces
as if to insinuate that my fangs are useless. Ugh!
And no icing too.
Keeper removed them!
Hey, old dogs need sugar too y'know!
But the frisky pup Babur
wants to make sure I lick all the cake out!
And that is what I do all day and all week:
Watch that frisky guy even in his nap!
He sometimes talk in his sleep
and snores like there's no tomorrow.
Ya better watch it!
Babur is only six months old
and he is now way taller than me.
He is a bit thinner but he moves way faster
and too frisky for my taste really.
Will you look after him, Keeper?
I said to look after him
and not look at him!
Babur growls when Keeper eyes him up close.
He gets way too suspicious, y'see.
And now lookit:
A treat for senior dogs.
Must you ram that in my face, Keeper!
I know I'm old.
I know my bones are old.
I know I should watch them sweets
but you need not announce that to the world!
Hmmm, I think I smell a conspiracy somewhere.
I think somebody is making fun of me.
Oh but what the heck!
Its OK to be old as long as you look young ;-)
. . . its my woofy birthday
and you are all invited.
Bring Your Own Baon!
(Baon = Food)
And hug your drooly self!