It's not a big secret that my mommy is my favorite person. Dad's OK with that though. After a little while of being alone with him, I relax a little, but never completely until Mom's home.
What we do best: nap!
I made sure Mom didn't miss a minute of her birthday and woke her up early. Dad helped me pick out a card for her and I really wanted her to see it (or go on my walk...same thing). She had to run some errands and go to that work place, but I went in to my crate without complaining, just for her! Dad beat her home and they took me on another walk and then Dad took her to dinner. I wasn't invited. Phooey on that. But she gave me lots of cuddles and I gave her lots of puppy kisses, so I guess I forgive her.
Happy birthday, Mommy! I love you even though you make me wear stupid costumes sometimes and leave me alone when you go to work.