I planned on making him a cake but I am not very good at cooking and Eddy didn't really want an emergency vet visit for his birthday.
This morning he shot out of his bed with the energy of a two year old Yorkshire terrier cross, bounded out into the garden and evacuated both his bladder and his bowels at an alarming speed, or so I am told, this was 4am and my Mother let him out, I was still asleep. But not for long...
He raced up the stairs (two at a time because any other way is unacceptable) slipped on the blue furry mat, and catapulted himself like an angry bird straight onto my sleeping face.
My dreams of candy canes and fluffy kittens were soon transformed into a very close up vision of a dogs butthole.
From there, after some intense mouth washing, I had to prepare the precious ones birthday breakfast. I I lovingly prepared a bowl of chicken with brown rice and a sprig of parsley. The cat really enjoyed this and Eddy had a bowl of kibble, really nice kibble.
For his present I got him a mini ball, he really loves minnie balls, he's a bit of a Disney freak.
Finally he passed out on the settee and sulked because he has realised that nobody else remembered his birthday, you know who you are.
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