Somebody's Birthday!

Nope, not mine. But I'm here because of him (that's his lap, above). And it's HIS birthday.

That's right. He was the one who saw me at Pets and Pals with Nat that day about ten and a half years ago. Amirsey-Doats had been saying for a long time she wanted a puppy and there I was - you betch your life, the doggie of her dreams.

And not just ANY doggie, but the cutest, most adorable ball of golden fluff you ever saw.

If I say so myself.

But, hey. This isn't supposed to be about ME. At least not yet. Word was there's some kind of admiring blog starting up on my (modest) behalf. I figured I'd just go right ahead and start one myself, because, you know, everyone needs to be the founder of their own fang club in life.

Pronounced fan, of course, for you English speakers. But I kind of like the silent "g" effect. Sounds so very sophisticated, so ... French (which we know is the crème de la crème of sophisticated-sounding languages). As a matter of fact, the Birthday Boy lived in in Monastier-sur-Gazeille near Le Puy and studied at L'Institut d'Etudes Politiques in Paris for a couple of years in the seventies. His French is pretty good.

Plus, there's this chick, Cybele, over in Graulhet. Really, really cute. I'm thinking if I just brush up my skills a little... ooh, now there's an idea. I'll fetch the brush, and maybe one of my humans will get the idea.

Oooh. Ooh la-la....