It's my birthday!

Well, it's actually my 'official' birthday (I'm like the Queen) because nobody knows when my exact birthday is. I was taken into the 'RSPCA' centre when I was 6/7 months old and I was in the isolation unit for more than a month because I was so poorly & neglected. Ann adopted me on 16th January 2005 so she decided that I'd be a year old, round about the 16th June 2005.

And that's why the 16th June is my birthday. I'm 7 years old today and look what I've got for breakfast. Ann has made me a scrummy, yummy doggie birthday cake. It's got 7 candles on it and I'm just about to blow them out and have a piece ........................yummmmmmmmmmmm!

I've already had one fantastic walk on the beach today. I may be 7 years old but I can still run faster than a lot of younger dogs. Ann has to go to work now, but this afternoon I'm going for a walk to the pet shop, because I'm getting a new collar & lead for my birthday. I bet I'll be allowed to have a new toy as well.

I love it, when it's my birthday - I always get extra fuss made of me!