Today is so exciting. Not only is it International Dog Day, but it’s my birthday. I’m 10.
Last week, one of the days was National Senior Citizen Day, and my human said I could celebrate, too. But I’m not old. Well, maybe my records at the vet say I’m senior. And maybe my joints hurt when I wake up from a snooze. But I can run and jump and bark like I’ve always done. I even have all my teeth.
But, if being senior means I get more pets and more treats and more snoozes, then I’ll own it. It’s good to be an old gal.