As everyone now knows, the day before yesterday - which would be January 20th, was my happy, happy birthday.    I love having a birthday, because it is a day that no one can take away from you.    It is your very own special day.    Although I know it sounds a bit greedy, I am pretty special every single day, but on my Happy Birthday day, I am EVEN MORE SPECIAL. 
                       On that day, I am awesome!

My Mom gave me a lot of hugs and kisses for my Happy Day, and I love it when she snuggles with me and cuddles with me.   I got extra hugs and kisses yesterday.    My sister, Lydia, was very sweet and bought me TWO wonderful presents and both of them had squeaker sounds coming from them when they were pressed upon.   

So it is time for my confession.     I do not treat my toys very well.    I do think about it and I do try to care for all of them, but unfortunately, I have little self control when it comes to toys and so, I admit that this photo graph is the result of giving my wonderful toy just a bit too much love.

                           

For about ten minutes this was a blue "weiner" dog, who had a nice little Birthday Cake in one paw and a wonderful toy horn in the other.    I especially liked his little smile and all his nice white teeth.    Just like mine.    I started by throwing him up in the air, catching him, squeaking him, throwing him again, more catching, more squeaking and so it goes.    Then I decided that   I would share with Lily and that's when the destructive behaviour really began.     I guess that BlueBirthDay Dog wasn't quite up to keeping himself in one piece when I had one end and Lily had the other.    Poor BlueBirthDayDog.

This is truly another reason I still admire our wonderful Princess Daisy and I love to look at her toy collection, many of which have now been inherited by Baby Lily.    Daisy took excellent care of her toys and never destroyed anything.    Ever.    She is no doubt at The Rainbow Bridge giving lectures on the proper care and concern for one's possessions.    Even though I am her very own Nanny, Lily needed no lessons on toy care.   She must have inherited that from The Princess.

Rusty and Scarlett however are very much like me, Bob.     Between the three of us we can ruin something in a New York Minute.   By the way - does anyone know what that is?    a New York Minute?  How is that any different from any other minute?  Is it shorter than a minute in Virginia?   Or is it longer than our minutes?     Maybe that is the reason Daisy was so sweet to her toys and I am not.   Maybe Daisy lived on New York Minute time, and I live in rural Virginia time.    This is so confusing.  If someone can help me out with some explanations of what is going on here, it would be a very nice thing for you to do.

Meanwhile, don't send me any more squishy, small, squeaky toys, even if they ARE wonderful and oh, so cute.    Just send food products (but not Peanut Butter, please).      Food products are good.    I like them.    I do not have a weight problem, so don't hesitate to pack on the calories.    Thanks.

I have some more things to talk about this week, but just thinking about destroying toys has made me ashamed of myself and really tired.    I really, truly did not mean to do so much damage.

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