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In a family of rescues, almost no one knows when their actual birthday is. Unless, of course, you are the one dog that was raised from a pup and then the whole family knows your birthday. Or, at least, they are supposed to.
Yet, somehow, the birthday itself is forgotten year after year after year. If you don’t believe me, look back through the archives and notice that my birthday post is almost never actually on my birthday. Which was yesterday in case you have missed my point.
In my subtle ways, I tried to remind him.
You know how the hu-dad remembered this year? He was on his computer and received an automated email from the vet wishing me a Happy Birthday. Yep, the vet sent me a wish on the correct day. Again, which was yesterday.
So yesterday was my birthday and he, once again, forgot to post about it. So, let’s make this clear.
Queen Natasha the Evil
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