I know you're thinking I'm a little late with the whole new year thing, but for me, the new year doesn't start on the first day of the year. It starts today, on the third day of the year, because it's my birthday! Woot! Woot! Go, Gus! Go, Gus!
Everyone around here has been pretty excited about it, so I'm excited, too. . . even if I don't look it or really know what all the fuss is about.
For the last few days, the family has been talking about all the things they're going to do better this year. Resolutions, I think they called them. I guess that's what I'm supposed to be thinking about on my birthday. I'll have to give it some thought. I tried not to roll my eyes too far back up in my head while the fam talked about their ideas. Mom and Big Brother are going to leave earlier every morning so Mom can get to work earlier. Right. Dad is going to be more patient. I'll have to remind him of that when he grumps at me tomorrow. But I guess I'd better stop throwing shade at them and think up some stuff to do this year, too.
I know you're all shouting, "Stop eating sticks!" I'm laughing so hard I can't hear you. Go on more road trips. That's a good one. Get more belly rubs from Dad. More video game snuggles with Big Brother. Find more ways to confuse Mom and Dad into giving me double treats. (Sometimes, when I play it right, I can stand by the treat box and cast some puppy dog eyes Mom's way, while Dad is too distracted to tell her he just gave me one. Ah, I kill me.)
"Gus." Mom looked up from proofreading my post. "New Year's resolutions are supposed to be about doing something better in the new year, not just getting more good stuff for yourself. Like I'm going to get back to walking every day - don't roll your eyes!"
"Sorry, Mom," I replied sheepishly. I hate it when she catches me at that, but she gets it, because she can roll her eyes with the best of them. 👀 "'Make sure Gus is always fully stocked with fake dog ice cream' could be a good one for you to do," I suggested.
Mom took a turn rolling her eyes right back and said, "I just made a batch yesterday, so you're good for a while." I smiled inside. I do love that gal. "The good news for you, since you're not really getting the resolution thing," she continued, "is that I don't think dogs do New Year's resolutions." My ears perked right up. Well, one ear perked right out is a little more accurate. "Your birthday is all about celebrating you, so it IS all about good stuff for you! You're two years old today!"
"And I don't have to do anything for this?" Mom smiled one of her big, toothy grins and shook her head. "Because I really don't remember anything about my birthday last year," I added. Mom's smile faded.
"Well," she said tentatively, "last year, on your birthday, we had Snowmageddon - 14 inches of snow! Around these parts, that's absolute crazy town. It was really cold, and we went nearly two days without power! It was kinda stressful, and well, we kind of forgot about your birthday." I was crushed - but only momentarily. Then Big Brother and Dad interrupted my blogging session with presents and treats. "This year," Mom said, nearly squeezing me to death, "we are all in!"
Treats are always good - some pooch cake and fake ice cream, and Dad even cooked me up some real shaved beef! I was a little leary of the presents, because my Christmas presents only lasted about 10 minutes. You guessed it - I proved the "invincible" tag on my chewy, squeaky, toy snake was false advertising by shredding the seams on that guy real quick. But looks like the fam learned their lesson! What was in the box? My favorite chewy, squeaky fake tennis balls and some bully sticks. Truly invincible (almost) gifts! So far this birthday thing is looking good. Maybe next year I'll take another swing at those resolutions. Hey! I think I just made one! Go, Gus! Go, Gus!
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