Birfday!

So Mama does not know when my real birfday is, so she makes it the days she got me...hers! And since deys don't know exactly how olds I really am...but theys all seem to agrees three-ish...I am, in doggie years, the sames age as Mama, 21! So we gots to turn twenty ones togethers, and we both gots shots for our birthdays. Only I gots the bad kind. They gaves me three shots in da butt. They said like four times "he gonna bite me?" and she was likes "Nos!" I dos not bites. I only wooks weal sad and is like "Yous really gonna give me dat?" And they was like "yeah." And I was like "Nos!" And they did anyway.

So then I thoughts my worlds was over. I hads shots. Then Mama bought me chicken nuggets. I loves chicken nuggets. Then all was wight again.

So like an hour later, Mimi and Pops got here. And we played. And Mimi held me. And Pop vacuumed. I hates the vacuum. And Mimi held me, and her phone ranged in her pocket and vibrated on my wee wee and it scared me. But thens we hunged out til Dad gots there with Mama a balloon and flowers and champagne. She likes champagne. I think it's nasty. It tickles my nose.

Thens they lefted a while to go eat, and then they came back for a lil while. Then Mimi and Pop left and bunch more people came. And I was all like "Mama I'm tired." And she was all like "I'm tired too." And then the peoples left. And then I sat in a nice girl's lap. Then she wented to bed, and I wented with her. It was a long night.