Birthday

Today is the birthday of my last litter, my daughter Polly and my son Nemo. This is worth celebrating.

I offered Polly a chance to write today's blog entry, as she sometimes does, but she was too busy celebrating, she said. Of course, as a dog, you have to celebrate much more on your birthdays than humans do. Each human year is equivalent to seven dog years, which means that we dogs have to celebrate seven times as much each birthday than humans do. Thus, I fully understand why Polly is too busy celebrating to write in this blog.

We have been promised salmon for dinner tonight. This is great and fits a birthday.