my grey-haired hero lost the biggest popularity contest ever last night. its a sad day for the christian-right canines everywhere. but we must get behind barack (i'm sure his butt smells ok) and help him lead our nation of dogs through the many challenges we face.
in other news, momma and daddy forgot my birthday. since i can't speak their language and buy or bake my own cake i was unable to alert them to their mistake. i had to mope around a lot and hope for the best.
finally they remembered my birthday -- a whole week later! i know i'm getting on in my years, but their brains are turning to mush in their old age. how could they forget one of the most important days of their lives? the holy day of my birth? the day that would bring joy and happiness into their miserable lives? the only reason i can come up with is that they suck and they're quite stupid. maybe cuda is rubbing off on them. they've hurt my feelings and i don't know if i'll ever recover unless they maybe feed me cake every day for a year. then i might consider forgiveness.
so, on november 3rd (A WHOLE WEEK AFTER MY BIRTHDAY) they finally threw me a party. we got to eat cake at the table (which we all do when the parents are out of town) and they sang to me (really momma, you shouldn't attempt to sing). we had to wear those stupid hats again and lindy tried to eat the entire cake. but i guess in the end it was ok. the cake was good (um, why can't i have more than one piece on my birthday?).
enough whining, i need to go. there are squirrels to yell at in the yard (stupid squirrels).
love and flowers,
daisy
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