Today I are thirteen and a half. I didn't really get to do anything major to celebrates, but I did get some bacon dis morning, so I's not complainin. Well, not bout da breakfast.
Da groomin on da udder paw? What da woof?? Now, I don't really mind a bath, but NAIL TRIMMING? And STRIPPING? On my half birthday??? For years I never really had to get my nails trimmed - I just walked and wore em down and my dew claws wuz removed when I wuz a baby, so I only got nail trims when da weather wuz so bad I wasn't gettin to walk. But now I are not walkin, which means my nails ain't gettin worn down, which means nail trims. Which I hate. Wif a pashun. Since I had to put up wif dat on my half birthday, I thinks I deserve a steak for dinner. Just sayin.
Anyways, me and momma are doin ok. She still wishes I could walk on my own, but I are happy to be movin at all. Sometimes she gets sad becuz it are like I are a broken doll - still cute and sweet, but I just can't do what I used to. But we really is bestest pals and I are glad she has been helpin me out so much. And I guess I is lucky to have her as my momma, even if she does trim my nails. No one are pawfect after all. So dis are our song for today, it are a few years old, but hey, so are I.