So. Uhm. My human got me trees. For my birthday. Yeah, I know. That's what I said.
At first I thought maybe she forgot it was my big day. I mean, it's not like that hasn't happened before and you never know what her gimpy brain is going to do. But when we got to the Redwoods and she said Happy Birthday Pug! I knew she'd really just gotten me trees.
HUMAN: hey Pug, what's wrong?
ME: I thought there'd be cupcakes.
HUMAN: in the woods?
Trees are kinda like baths. They're nice, but don't exactly want them for my birthday. I don't care if they're giant old trees either, you still can't eat them. But my human was excited and Dutch was excited so I tried to pretend I was too. Even though what I reeeally wanted was a cupcake.
After the trees, we dropped Mazda off at the vet and our friend Lulu's mom drove us home. I was hoping we might stop at a cupcake place like we do every freaking year, but it didn't happen.
The Big Six officially sucked.
Until we went for our post-dinner walk and my human ran into this place called Mollie Stones. Sometimes she buys our carrots there so I didn't too get excited. I had no idea Mollie also bakes stuff!
Two seconds and one bite later, the Big Six went from being the suckiest birthday ever to, well, this:
Happy birthday to me!!