Today is my birthday. I am one human year old. Behold my presents:
The absence of a new toy among this lot did not escape my notice, but the old dame says I have toys "all over the house" and I can't argue with that. I'm quite taken with the new collar. Masculine but stylish-- I think it suits me:
The matching leash is a bit much; bordering on a "metrosexual" look, but the old dame likes it.
Of course nothing beats a new filled bone--my very favorite treat.
I'd also like to extend my compliments to the chefs at Eukanuba; my new chow is considerably more to my liking than the puppy food I've been getting up until now.
Birthdays are good.
