It seems like no matter what you give kids, they only play with the box. I am no exception, as you can tell by the blurry picture.
Jamie wanted a relaxing birthday, so he hung out, went to lunch, visited a garage sale, and played Race Track again with me. We played for a long time and I got very excited by all the little cars whizzing around. I kept trying to jump up and grab them. Finally, I leaped up on the counter, snatched a box of Mom’s coffee on the fly, (I guess the grounds didn’t taste too bad, earlier), ducked away from Jamie, and ran upstairs to my favorite spot on the landing to chew the heck out of it.
After the box was annihilated, I trotted back downstairs for a few more spins around the track. This time, I got a chunk of it – one of the car launchers, exactly – and on my attempt to hit the staircase, Jamie managed to wrestle it out of my mouth.
Later, Mom and Dad whipped out a teeny-tiny birthday cake. I was very interested in this cake, and sat patiently waiting for some. However, it was chocolate, and chocolate is, of course, toxic to dogs. The frosting, however, was vanilla buttercream, and Mom did slip me a taste. It was good, but not as good as peanut butter. Peanut butter is my favorite.
Overall, I’d say Jamie had a very good 13th birthday. Happy Birthday, Jamie!
Woof! Love, Maggie