Birthday fun

It started as any other ordinary day - mom got up, jumped in the shower, and rushed off to church and to see that gargantuan horse again. Only slightly offended, I went on to more important tasks: sleeping, barking at passersby, and checking the garbage cans for scraps.

But then, oh then, Mom came home and - finally - remembered! Yes, it was my birthday. Well, not my real birthday, which I cannot divulge here, but the one the vet in Georgia "assigned" me when they found me wandering. (aside: wandering? Never! I had a very clear and deliberate path...wherever my nose took me) So May 6th it was. Now that her conscience had kicked in, she pretended to have remembered all along. "Oh my little birthday coonie!" She cooed as she squeezed my face and held it a little too close to her own. And she talks about my breath!
Then she whispered the magic words - "Do you want to go for a ride in the car to the PET STORE?"

DUH!!

And so we went - a boundless supply of treats, rawhides, pigs ears (mmm), squeaky toys, etc. But I admit, I was too busy sniffing where other dogs had been to notice much of those things. However, as we departed, I took note of their generosity in placing a BUFFET right by the check out! If I had known they had free samples up here, I wouldn't have wasted all that time in the back! Just as my tongue was within an inch of the motherload, my mom jerked my leash back and said "Leave it!" WHAT. All of these tasty morsels just waiting for me to gorge myself on and you expect me to leave it? I'm a coonhound, I don't understand the concept of stealing! And besides, if it's stealing, then why did they put this buffet right here within my counter-surfing reach?

All in all, it wasn't a bad day. I got a new squeaker, a pig's ear (yum), and some treats. Oh and Mom made cupcakes, but she forgot to put frosting on mine. It's ok though, I'll get them off the counter later.