Today our master has a birthday. Yessiree, he will heave his frame out of bed this morning and be a whole year older. He should be so lucky, for we of the canine species have to endure 7 birthdays for every single one the old hefty one has. It wasn't so bad when we were ankle-biting puppies - being 7 and then a teenager before our human companions can even talk properly is quite cool. So wife of our master has prepared a feast, and the table was all set before they went to bed last night. She is a great cook, our mistress, so we can look forward to lots of little titbits. We are hanging out on the table just to be sure WE are not forgotten today. Pity we can't reach the old vino flagon.
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