It’s Me, Brutus!

Happy Birthday to me, Happy Birthday to me, Happy Birthday….Uh, sorry I didn’t know anybody was reading yet.  But since you caught me singing to myself, I might as well announce it: today’s my birthday!!  Yup, I’m the big THREE years old.  Well, my Mom is telling me I’m turning some big birthday number like 21 or something in dog years.  But since I’m a human, I don’t know why that counts.  Still, I’ll take an adult beverage now if you have one.




So, what am I going to do on my special day you ask?  Well, today is my Dad’s day off….so, that means I’m going to make him play all day with me.  I’ll have him chase me around the house, maybe steal a sock or two, chew up all toys I can find, and eat the special treats my Mom got me.  I get very excited for these treats…they are amazefest.  Err, I mean amazing.  Sorry, I’ve been watching too much Giuliana & Bill with my Mom and sometimes I pick up these reality stars’ phrases.

Another thing I may do today (while taking it easy of course) is work out a little.  I’ve got to keep up my guns.  In fact, yesterday when I finished getting my hair cut, the barber told my Mom I’m the most muscular dog she has ever seen.  See, all this time I’ve been pumping the iron is paying off.  My Mom calls me Thunder Thighs sometimes because I’ve got the quads of a UFC fighter….Pssh, like that’s a bad thing.


Well, thanks for letting me take over again today.  I’ve enjoyed catching up with you ladies!