It's my burpday today, wooohoooo.
And remember that biscuit recipe that the ma got, oh, I don't know, decades ago?
I barked about it here.
What does she do?
She goes and makes me some biscuits. Finally.
Oh. My. Dog. I am happy to confirm that they are dribblesomely delicious.
Oh, and I'm nine. Years old.
Going on nine months behaviourally, apparently.
Hee hee hee.
Now gimme those biscuits. Pleeeeeeeease ma.
Lookin' forward to barkin' and howlin' at y'all in the chat room sometime later.