Happy Birthday to Me, Me, Me!

It's great to be EIGHT!!!!!!!!

However, that means I am officially an elder-bull, which just means I'm getting older.  If eight makes one an elder-bull, what does SIXTY-EIGHT make one?  Huh, mama, huh, huh?

I knew it was my birthday because I got a visit from Wendy...and I don't mean Auntie Wendy.

I enjoyed a nice plain hamburger on the deck!

My papa went to buy some wood for a new bed he's making me and mama dragged out her pit-chur-taking machine, which I hate.

First, she made me wear a stupid bandana.

And then added an even more stupid birthday hat.

I think it's quite obvious how I feel about the hat (it isn't even a new hat, it's left over from last year!)  Seriously?

Here's what I think of your stilly hat...

This is how I prefer to have my pit-chur taken with the hat...

I kind of figure...if I don't see it, it's not there...right?

Mother Nature sent me a little something to share this embarrassing moment

He totally jumped on my very private part but I didn't even notice I was so taken trying to avoid the hat!  My mama breathed a sigh of relief when she was able to shoo it on it's way before I freaked out.

I made my get away and made mama chase me and play tug with me in return for being good under the watchful eye of the pit-chur taker.

Does this bandana make me look fat?

Then, the best part of the day...I got to be NAKED!!!  I never get to be naked outside, unless it's my birthday.  WooHoo!!!  It makes me feel like rolling in the grass.

Not only did I get a hamburger, but I got two new collars that look like this...

and two new toys...a chicken from Tractor Supply (thanks Auntie Wendy for telling my people about this) and a new squeaky ally-gator.

The ally-gator has SIXTEEN squeakers!  That's two squeakers for every year I've been alive.  

I played and played after dinner.

Then I had to rest, birthday's are exhausting.

Until next time...Sir Titan of Nottingham CGC TT