I turned a very healthy 12 weeks yesterday. A pretty big accomplishment if you consider my humble beginnings. And do you know how the humans chose to celebrate my momentous occasion?? They went to a baseball game! WITHOUT ME!!!! Who cares about the New York Mets when Lord Dudley is 12 weeks old???? They left at 8:30AM and didn't get back until 7:30PM. What baseball game take 11 hours? They said stupid things about traffic, and having to get to Queens, NY, what do I care, I was alone - well not completely alone, my good friends Andrew, George and Gretel all got left also.
And if that wasn't bad enough, they were barely home for 10 minutes when I look out the door to the back yard and there are DOGS out there.
What the hell????? Whose brilliant idea was it to celebrate my 12 week birthday by inviting DOGS to the party?? I know, I know it was only Dickon and Morgun (their parents' dogs) but really it was my party!!! Oh and no one even mentioned that I was 12 weeks old yesterday. Who taught these humans how to make a guy feel special??? Cause they suck at it!