Mom kissed me first thing in the morning. She gave me a special breakfast with eggs, meat, and two whole cookies! She kissed me again and said, "Happy birthday, my Sailor!"
Jib just got his regular breakfast. So did Zoe.
Mom says I am twelve today. That's in dog years. In people years, Mom and I are probably about the same.
In honor of me, Mom had my portrait painted by her friend, Emily Barton. She hung it in the Pouting Room.
Now my picture will cheer her up whenever she feels like pouting.
I wonder what I will have for my birthday supper....