At least SOMEONE remembered

You know, when I got back from the Renaissance Festival last week, and I found out that llamas had taken over my blog, I was put out to say the least. I just gave them my password so they could post some pictures of me playing the lute in costume. Leave it to llamas to try and make a quick buck off some half-brained attempt at a scam.

So I was still bent out of shape about the whole llama fiasco, and all my fair-weather friends around this nut house go and forget my Birthday. Look, I didn't expect anyone to make a Federal Case out of the day I joined the Planet, but would a little attention be too much to ask?

Then, just when I was knee deep in mope, that guy comes in with an envelope that was just for me. The nice folks at PetSmart remembered my Birthday! We're pretty tight, you know. Just because I don't go around dropping names, doesn't mean I'm not connected. It's such a great card! I love my Birthday Card. This is the front:

This is the inside of the card. My doggie fun has just begun. I really like that.


I hope I can get that guy to read me the card a few more times before I go to sleep tonight. I really like it when he reads it to me; he gets the intonations just right.