It's my birthday today, I'm 3 years old. Wow getting really grown up now, although mum and dad say I'm still like a puppy, all silly ears and legs
I had a cool squeaky burger toy, here's me jumping for joy when I saw it (Winston did get a toy too, we can't leave him out now can we?)
And then Connor played Happy Birthday to me on his guitar, I love listening to him play
Don't look Mum I've chewed the squeaker out, I know it won't squeak anymore, I just can't help myself, if it squeaks I have to kill it. Oh well fun whilst it lasted though. Do you think she's noticed, I'm pulling my best innocent face?