I think I'm three?

Mom's not too sure when I was born. I had baby teeth when we met so I could be about three now. Anyway, today marks the day I was adopted forever, two years ago, into my family. This morning Mom woke me up (I was snoring) and told me she loves me forever and she's glad I limped into that humane society hospital she worked at two years ago. I try not to remember too much about that time. I was mostly scared, but I hid it by trying to lick everyone, hoping they wouldn't hurt me like the first humans I met. Anyway, enough of bad memories! Today is essentially my birthday!!! I'm going to play and bark, and snooze in the sun and maybe I'll get a meat cake, Mmmmm!