Happy birthday to ME!

I am not a puppy anymore. I am a big boy. I am one year old today!

Mommy says that this is my birthday. I do not really know what a "birthday" is, but she says that it is my day (and that there are treats and toys. I like any day that has treats and toys!). Before now, I was a puppy. Now, I am a dog. Well, Mommy says that is what the calendar says. I still have puppy brains. I will have those for lots more days (Note from Mommy: He's a labrador. Try three more years!).

I do not remember when I was born, but my mommy tells me about when she got the call saying that my brothers and sissies were here. There were two surprises for lots of people: we were born early, on Baby Royko's birthday; and we were all black. Mommy says that that just means we were meant to be together. She thinks Baby Royko and Grandpa Bull (a big black boy like me) were playing together in Heaven and decided that we all needed to be black babies, and we needed to have Royko's birthday. It must be, they said. And so it was.

Mommy came to see us the next day, and she kept coming to see us until it was time to come home forever with her and Daddy.

Daddy and I get to have a day of Birthday Boy Fun. That is better than plain old Boy Fun. At least that is what Mommy tells me.