"Hey, wait a minute. This isn't real!"
There were lots of other real and good things to eat though.
Can you see me in this picture? I am next to the eggs. I like eggs.
Jack's human made these yummy peanut butter bikkies for us!
Although it was a party for us dogs, most of the food got eaten by the humans.
"Excuse me. I believe we were invited so can we have something to eat too, please?"
"You know what your problem is, Walter? You're a good dog. You should've just grabbed the bread and run!"Even Jack didn't get a bacon and egg sangy! "Are you sure they know it's your birthday, Jack?"
"I wish. How about you, Otto?""
"Nah. Some party eh."
"OMG! A crumb! Did you get it?"
"There! Another one! Oh thank you, generous human!"Finally, I decided to take things into my own paws.
Some of Jack's better behaved guests.
You can see his name on his collar. It says JACK.
HappY biRthday, Jack!Thanks for inviting me to your party! I had a
p.s. I think I must have eaten too much because I started to fart again.
Newsflash Monday arvo! A[nother] social foh pah!
My Typist was in the hospital this morning when she got an urgent call from My Cushion.
"Catastrophe!" were his 1st words, freaking My Typist out more than the questions in the questionnaire before her.
"Oh no, " she whispered back, not wanting to scare the other patients in the room. "What is it?" Thinking of course that something terrible had happened to her only precious dog [that would be me].
"It wasn't just Jack's birthday!" My Cushion blurted out. "It was Mozart's as well!"
OH. MY. GOD.
HAppy *BIrTHday MozArT!
I'm sorry My Cushion screwed up. The Typist was completely blameless! Thanks for inviting me to your party! I hope your paw gets good soon! X
"And he thinks it's embarrassing I stole food from a baby."