My Birthday

Well, today is my birthday. Im so depressed. Im 3 years old. THREE! Can you believe it?!?! Am I getting old or what?!?!

As I lay here chewing my birthday bone, I pondered ... "What is the meaning of Life?" " Why am I here?" " Is this it?" Then, a thought came to me... Goals! I need goals.. yes that's it. Without goals, life just goes on, the same thing day after day. I needed direction so I decided to write down what my life goals are and here are a few of them:

1. Chase a Mailman (never have done this if you can believe it)
2. Roll over on command (Mom keeps trying but Im just not that into it)
3. Swim in my pool ( cant get up the nerve )
4. Ride in the front seat of mom's car ( always stuck in the back cause of the leather seats, sheesh)

Now, I realize those are some of those are pretty lofty and no worries, I wont do anything rash. But hey, at least they are written down.

After much reflection, I realize that I am a lucky dog ... got it pretty good. Mom loves me, I eat everyday, I sleep when I want, go to the dogpark regularly... yes... life is good. I hope all dogs have it even half as good as I do... which is one reason that today, on my 3rd birthday, instead of counting the candles on my dog biscuit, I'll count my blessings instead.

Have a great day... I know I will!

Blade

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