i turned 4yrs old in december. i don’t feel any different than i did in november, but i guess birthdays are some kind of milestone? a reason to celebrate. i guess being alive is a reason to celebrate... and being alive for 4yrs is definitely a reason to celebrate. SO... they bought me a couple of toys and treats, donned this here party hat on my head and clapped and smiled like crazy people while I just sat there feeling like a fool. but let me just say, the smiles on their faces were worth it. i’d wear a party hat everyday for the next 4yrs of my life, if it meant they would smile at me always.
they bought us a house last month. i gotta say, this place is pretty sweet. i have a whole great big back yard of grass. i chase rabbits and birds every morning... not for fun, it’s really just clearing out my space to poop in private. owls live in the trees, lizards scurry in the brush and every once in a while a half eaten carcass of a bird will fall from the sky, with thanks to vicious sky terrorists! it’s a jungle out here!
we said goodbye to cheap apartment carpets... for good! i nap on stained concrete floors. the coolness on my belly is bliss. but talk about getting no where slowly during an indoor running fit. they laugh outrageously at me like i’m a buffoon trying to ice skate. let’s just lay it out on the table (no pun intended)... i eat shit, daily, on these blissful concrete floors.
and hey, i’m no city boy anymore. i poop without a leash now!