What The Pug??

Some Birthday Present...

I've been leaving the diary writing to my kitty sisfur Sally Maria. She is much better with words and stuffs than I am. But I just have to say...

My third birthday isn't starting out so hot.

On Thursday, something bit my beautiful fabulous little face and it made it itch like crazy. I did what any good dog would do. I scratched it and rubbed it and did everything I could to get rid of it. It made my nose wrinkle swell so much my mom thought it would interfere with my breathing so I had to go to that place again where the nice man in the white coat works. He gave me two shots to make me less itchy and more sleepy and put some stingy stuff on the owies I gave myself on my face. The swelling started coming down pretty quickly and, with all the redness gone, you can clearly see the big red bite mark RIGHT BETWEEN MY EYES!!! My face still itches some and I still have a pretty good knot on my forehead but at least my totally cute face isn't permanently damaged. I owe a lot to this Pug mug of mine. It's gotten me many things and I'd hate to lose it!!

Also (and this may be the worse of the two) I won't get my usual birthday girl Happy Meal. Every year, my mom and dad take me for a ride in the car to a place that makes food and gives it to you out of a little window. Every year I've gotten a small plain hamburger to eat all by myself. But not this year. Since I'm going to see the special vet about my liver (whatever that is) on Wednesday, mom and dad don't want me eating anything that may be bad for me. Now, mom told me that instead of a hamburger, I get to go to the toy store and pick out a new plushy squeaky friend, but I honestly think I'd rather have the burger! I have lots of plushy squeaky friends. Do I really need another??

~Sigh~ Happy Birthday to me...

If this is what being a big girl is all about, can I go back to being a puppy?