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, so did I — 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.