It seemed normal at first. I was excited and playing with mom and dad. I was carrying one of my plastic bottles (those make the most wonderful crunchy-noise when I bite down on them) when mom suddenly put something in her mouth and started to blow. To my surprise, a big blue ball grew right there in front of her face! Then dad did the same with a green ball! I jumped up to try and get it, but he turned away and kept on blowing. It kept getting bigger!
Next mom brought in a small cone-shaped thing and tried to put on me. I was leery of wearing another cone (I wore one once when I came back from visiting the vet) but this one was smaller and went onto my head, not around my neck.
I have to admit I felt a little silly, wearing that cone. Mom tied it around my neck with a ribbon and looked satisfied. I tried to look dignified, but how can you when you feel like a cone-head?
I didn’t want to sit. Or stay. I wanted to jump up and play with one of the balls. The green one was easily within my reach.
But I was a good dog. Good dog. I sat and stayed.
And mom and dad said, “HAPPY BIRTHDAY, BAILEY!!”
So that’s what all the fuss was about! I get it! I’m a year old today. I’m getting to be a Big Dog!
But even big dogs have their limit. And I was quickly reaching mine. This cone on my head had to come off. I was able to do just that and grabbed it by the ribbon. Maybe I could play with this cone thing? Or, at least, chew it up until it is a soggy mess.
After that, mom and dad had some ice cream, and mom gave me some! It was good. But I thought that birthdays were to be celebrated with cake and ice cream?! Where was my cake? I want to be able to have my cake and eat it, too!
And I still want to play with those two new balls. Mom says that she will give me one later today. Oh boy … I can’t wait to play with it. It’ll be a blast!