We're Gonna' Party Like It's Your Birthday!

Okay, my birthday!
You guessed it--it was my birthday! I turned 5 years old on Sunday, because that's the age Real Mommy guessed I am and it's the day Work Mommy picked as my special day! All I know is that when I woke up on Sunday, Daddy gave me soft birthday spankings. He gave me 12. Call me crazy, but 12 is a lot more than 5. Either Real Daddy can't count, or he thinks I qualify for the senior discount at Denny's.

Take the picture, because I am so ripping this hat off in 4 seconds

The day was all about me, of course, so there was a cake, balloons, presents and food! Work Mommy made beef and brown rice "cupcakes", frosted with mashed potatoes, because she knows my favorite foods (i.e. "edible".) I didn't think I'd have to share, but Mommy said something about manners and being gracious and some other nonsense that meant less food for me.

Birthdays=cake!

We're like a team of superheroes: The Tongue (Dexter), me, Diaper Boy (Peanut) and Stealthy (Oscar, in back)

Real Mommy and Work Mommy gave me toys and my nana gave me lots of presents, because that's what grandmas do. She spoils me. There were toys and cookies and this! This is awesome because it totally sums me up:

I can't help it. I'm awesome.

After all the food and cake and presents and excitement, I was totally exhausted. I crawled into my bed (okay, Dexter's bed) under the bakery oven and fell asleep. I was out. When I woke up, Work Mommy kissed me on the nose, told me she loved me, and then walked me outside to go home...then I accidentally peed all over my new Big Deal t-shirt. It wasn't my fault. Really.   

Oh, before I forget, I have to skip this week's installment of What's on Chopper's Forehead? because last time, Chopper whined like a girl when we took the sticker off. He said it was like getting an eyebrow wax. Heh.

Thanks, everyone. Turning 5 was awesome! I love you all!*

Brownie <3

*I don't really love everyone. I don't love the security guards at work (except Charlie, he's cool) and I think the UPS guys are evil. Also, the maintenance guys need to respect my bark. Seriously. I'm not kidding.

Pass the Kibble!

Hewwo!

May marks the beginning of my bakery's Dog Food Drive. My mommy chose A Passion for Paws as her rescue of choice to receive all of your pledges. You can come in or call and say, "Yo, I want to feed a hungry dog!" and your money goes directly towards buying them dog food. My mommies will put your name up on the wall so everyone can see how generous you are! Thank you!

No dog should go hungry. Really.

Work Mommy's birthday was a couple weeks ago and Real Mommy gave her THIS:

I know, right? Extreme close-upppppp!

EPIC WIN!

One of the things I overhear while I'm trying to sleep underneath the bakery oven is, "Have those 2 dogs from the hotel found a home yet?" They're talking about Peanut and Chopper. The answer is no, they haven't found a home yet, unless you count MY home as A home. For the most part we get along, but Chopper is a bit of a dork, always running around and playing tug-o-war with towels and blankets and trying to get Work Mommy to play with him instead of holding and cuddling me (which is totally not cool.) Everyone seems to think he's smart, which is debatable...sure, he can play fetch and High Five and speak on command and shake hands. Blah, blah, blah. As an example of the true nature of Chopper, I give you this week's episode of:

What's on Chopper's Forehead?

True story.

That's all from here. I have to go think of ways to embarrass Chopper. Not that it's hard...he gives me so much material to work with.

Until we meet again!

BROWNIE

(If you want to help us raise dog food funds for A Passion for Paws, stop by Three Dog Bakery at Lake Arrowhead Village or call us at (909) 337-3157! It's easy! Every dollar buys a hungry dog one meal!)