(Ed. note: Today my Blog was Hi-“Jack”ed by a 4-legged fiend, who had a message to share)
It’s my Birthday, oh yeah, that’s right.
I’ll take a few moments, your attention, if I might.
Most play it cool, on their special day.
“No gifts needed,” they often will say.
Well I’m here to tell you, those rules don’t apply.
My favorite words after all: me, mine, and my.
I love treats, and cookies, bones, or a chew.
And if all else fails, I’ll take a bite outta you!
I am the pack-leader, it’s my world for sure.
Trainers and classes, I’m afraid there’s no cure.
My mommy and daddy, they have spared no cost.
I still hoist my leg, and show ’em who’s boss.
So on my second Birthday, it’s all the more true.
I am the man. Who the *&%@ is you!
Send me well wishes, and treats in a box.
Or you’ll wear cement shoes, down by the docks.
Truth be told, I joke and I jest.
But I’m a lucky boy, my life is the best.
I sleep in the big bed, and scavenge the streets.
Who knew New York City, had such good eats!
Plus there’s Big Sis, whom I follow around.
We have no fists, so Rudy and I “Paw-Pound.”
In closing I’ll add, thanks to family and friends.
And next year I promise, I won’t need Depends!