Birthdays, Rain, And My Absolute Disapproval

My birthdays were serious events. We would have street parties with dogs and my fav walks-squirrels to chase and of course Pup-cup (goes without saying)
There were gifts. There was special food. There was a celebration.

Life was perfect!

But there was one thing I did not appreciate. Dressing up…

I hated sweaters….Raincoats….Shoes….Costumes.

Especially on my birthday.

And yet — every year, without fail — you dressed me up for my birthday and Halloween. I cooperated, but only enough to give you the grumpiest look possible.

I wanted my displeasure documented.

The rain was worse. I refused to step outside if even one drop fell from the sky. You tried everything — cute raincoats, tiny shoes. The moment you put them on me, I froze.

I didn’t move…rolled my eyes…judged you silently

You laughed every single time. And not just laugh-you had audacity to take my pictures and videos!!

But honestly, I laughed too— just on the inside.

Your phone is full of videos and photos of me being dramatic, stubborn, expressive, and completely myself.

Thousands of them. And I’m glad.

Because that’s how I want to be remembered.