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Today is the Hu-Dad’s birthday (who knows which one because we can’t count that high) and Cheoah gave him a thoughtful present.
Natasha is the only one of us who has been here from early puppy days, since the rest of us are all rescues. And that means that none of us canines, except for Natasha, have ever told Hu-Dad what are actual birthdates are.
Hu-Dad’s birthday, however, is today and he is several hundred years old. Wait, that’s in dog years. In human years, he is . . . Oh, we don’t know. Old. Old enough that he probably ought to be going for regular laser treatments just like Natasha and Cheoah.
For his birthday, we thought we would run around like crazy, cause havoc, trip him, and ask to be let in and out about eleventy-seven bazillion times. You know, just like every other day of the year.
So Happy Birthday, Hu-Dad.
Now, where’s our snack?
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