I had a birfday on May 3rd and Foster Mom says I'm 2 years old now. She says I should start acting like a big boy now but I'm having way more fun acting like a big puppy.
My foster brother had a birfday too. He turned 8 which is a lot of years. My foster mom thought it would be fun to throw us both a party.
There was granola cakes and frozen yogurt and these crazy pointy things called hats. Foster Mom was insisting that we all had to wear them but I was having none of that. I just wanted all the plates of yummy food. Foster Mom said only one was for me but then she put them all on the floor. What's a pup to do?
Everything was yummy and we all licked our plates clean. I decided maybe it was ok to wear the pointy hat for at least a couple of seconds. Oh but then she wanted pictures but I had a hard time sitting still for those too. I can't wait to have another birfday.
