Hi, Jackson here.
Here we are, the dog days of a hot August. I guess all of my days are dog days so I don’t know what the big deal is. Oh wait, there is a big deal. It’s my big deal. They say it’s my birthday, happy birthday to me! Yipee. It’s birthday time! Yep, that’s what mom tells me – it’s my birthday month. I’m not quite sure what that means, but she sure gets excited about it and if she does, I do, too! Lots of tail wags!
And I should be excited. I know mom makes a point of making sure she makes my month special. It’s important for us adoptees. We don’t know when or where we were born. I kind of remember, but that was not a good time in my life so I put it out of my head. So it makes it extra special to be treated nice every day of the year, but especially nice in my birthday month.
Mom doesn’t know for sure when I was born, but thinks we are close to the right dates. They think I was four months old when she adopted me and that was in December 2013. Holy cow! Yikes! I am going to be four. Four years old. Hey, isn’t that like a teenager? Do I have acne? Should I? Hmm…should I cause problems and stay out all night? Haha, mom probably thinks I cause enough problems now. Plus, I love my cozy bed so I am not staying out all night (and who knows what creatures lurk in the yard at night…eeek).
Birthdays are so cool. I will get to have some of mom’s signature BARKday cake. I would eat it all myself, but she makes me share with my besties. Turns out, it’s the birth month of my besties, too (as best their mom can tell). SWEEEEEEEET! We can all celebrate! I know some of you have had the BARKday cake, too, because I see mom baking them and sending them away. It makes me happy when she’s baking and sad when she takes them somewhere else. Oh well, the puppy that gets it is darn lucky so I guess it’s okay.
Along with the cake, we run and we play and we get new toys and some of mom’s treats and a long walk or two. What can be better…well, yeah, chasing squirrels is special, too. Heehee
Speaking of chasing squirrels, did I tell you…I met some baby bunnies! Yeah. I didn’t know what to do. I’m a big strong guy and they were really little. They didn’t run and I sniffed them – they smelled like babies. Mom told me to leave them alone so I did, but I’d go back to that same spot every morning to see if they were there. They weren’t, but I did see them later when they were bigger and playing in the driveway. I think they’d be great fun to play with, but mom doesn’t think that’s a good idea. Sometimes mom’s idea of fun isn’t so fun. But, I’ll do what she says since she is the one baking my cake!
Until next time; gotta run…