It was his birthday today...

He's nine years old.
Nine long years.
It's hard to believe that I've been putting up with him that long.

This was last night. He looks annoyed, like he's giving the Woman the Back of Disrespect, but doods, he's asleep. SNORING. He sat down like he was going to watch TV or something, and the next thing we know he's sawing logs like an old man.

He had the birthday he wanted, though. He got to nap right in the middle of the big bed, and when the Woman came home he got crunchy treats, and then a new nip toy. And tonight when we get our snack, I'm going to save him the last 2 bites of mine.

No, I don't like him that much. It's just the nice thing to do on someone's birthday.

I'm glad he had a good one. Maybe that means he'll leave me the fark alone tonight.