Happy Birthday to Me
                         Happy Birthday to Me
                                    Happy Birthday
                                                  Happy Birthday
                                                                Mom forgot about me!

How does it make you feel when your Mom and Dad, your Gram and your Omi, ALL of them forget your birthday.  Does it make you feel badly?

Let me just say this about that.   I'm moving out.   As soon as I figure out how to pack all of my collars, my leashes, my costumes, and ALL of my toys.  Oh, yeah, and my blankets and my bedding.
                                                                                   Yep.   Moving on'.   Finding some other place to live.


                             

I'm giving my Dad and my Mom and my Gram and my Omi, AND Bob, exactly 24 hours to make this all up to me.
Many, many gifts will be necessary to make me feel better and make me stick around.

I overheard my Gram talking to my Mom, and my Gram confessed that she actually forgot the birthday of Lydia's brother, Marshall.  That was a long time ago and hopefully, Uncle Marshall was too young to remember and be scared for life.    Gram was very stressed that year, I guess.    But this year, there are many more people to be responsible for me.

                                            Oh Boy, poor Princess Daisy.

Looking for a place to live unless something from the Edible People arrives on my doorstep TOMORROW. 
                         I mean it. Remember how delicious that fruit was?   And how beautiful it was arranged?

                              
    Let's not forget that I am sick too.    Let's not forget that I went to the doctor for my weekly check-up and he said I need to gain weight.    Let's not forget that nice fresh fruit is good for the poor, pitiful, neglected Princess.

And as to all of my TRUE friends, send those cards and letters.   

                                            HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME

        Love,
             The Princess