Girlie's Birthday

It's That Mean Girlie's birthday today.  I pointed out to my Nanny this morning that we never celebrate my birthday, and in fact, I don't even seem to have one!  The injustice of it all!  Nanny had the nerve to suggest that I could share with The Girl, if you can imagine.  Hmph. 

And then she said something even worse!  That all my birthday would mean is a bag full of bully sticks and a stack of IOUs for walks, and how would that be different from any other day?  Well, first of all, most days I only get to have one bully stick at a time, and sometimes there is an unacceptable lapse of time between the end of one and That Girl getting me another.  (I like to have one at my disposal at all times, you know, so that I can have a chew whenever the mood strikes me.)  AND, That Mean Girl has all sorts of rules about walks, which are SO unfair!  "We only walk every second day, Woogie," she tells me.  (She is very lazy, you know.  And she calls me Woogie.)  And then there's the Sunday rule:  "On Sundays, there are too many other doggies out there that you snark at, so we don't walk on Sundays, Woogie."  So it seems to me that a birthday that brought a bag full of bully sticks and a stack of IOUs for walks would be QUITE different from any other day. 


Anywroo, That Mean Girl got a new camera for her birthday.  (Don't you think that a bag full of bully sticks and a stack of IOUs for walks would be better than that??)  I can't stand her taking pictures of me, and she just doesn't care.  She takes them anyway, even though I tell her that I hate it.  Look at these pictures, you can see how disgruntled I am.

Maybe now that she has a new camera, she'll let me onto my bloggy more often.  I won't hold my breath, though.


As for my gift to her, I offered to take her for an extra walk today, just because it's her birthday ("because you know, Woogie, it's not your day"), but she didn't want to go.  I just don't understand her!!