I heard Matt ask Beagle Man last weekend if he was throwing a beach birthday party for
me next month — and Beagle Man said probably not. That would be two years straight
with no party! All because Mom made fun of him for spending days and days planning
and preparing and inviting everyone he saw on the beach those first three years, and then a lot of the people and dogs who said they’d be there didn’t show. So what? I thought the turnout was just fine . . . and I’m the birthday boy! Besides, I like
parties. And my birthday comes only once a year. And this one’s the Big Five- . . . well,
just the Big Five. And I have lots of friends on the beach. Grace, and Bandit, and
Otis, and Angela, and Callahan, to name a few. And I bet they’d all come. Also, Grace’s birthday is two weeks after mine: We could have a joint birthday party! (Okay, that was Matt’s idea. But it’s
a good one!) Really, what’s the point of having an August birthday if you’re not gonna have a beach party?
What do you guys think??
Beagle Man and Ricky always have a lot to say, so I’ll just pipe up in The Duck Dog Speaks whenever I can.
As a fellow Leo, I say Party!!