Not my birthday.

Canine ruminations, Cute dog pictures

Yesterday was the other father’s birthday.  It was not my birthday.  This became obvious when the other mother started filling the tub and then cornered me for a bath.  I was so dismayed that I ran away from her into Liam’s room and peed on the rug when she picked me up.

(Insert Big Lebowski joke here)

I am not having fun.

I am not having fun.

After the bath, I was very excited!  I ran around and had crazy dog time.  Here I am with a wild look in my eye.

Crazy dog time!

Crazy dog time!

The scene of the pee. The rug really ties the room together.

The scene of the pee. The rug really ties the room together.

Then we went for an outing.  This involved getting on to public transportation, namely the F Market line, for a ride downtown to the Ferry Plaza.  It was all the birthday boy’s idea.  I put up with the inconvenience with stoicism.

The wind made me shiver. The other mother wrapped me in her coat.

The wind made me shiver. The other mother wrapped me in her coat.

Later, the humans went out for Chinese food, while I rested in my crate with a chewy.  I ate the chewy in its entirety upon their return.  Better than birthday cake!

A big pile of toxicity.  Not for me.

A big pile of toxicity. Not for me.

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