Birthday and a comment

Hi all woofers and humans:
Have I told you the coolest birthday present of mine?
Well before I start, I need to repeat - just like every year - that
naming one day in the year your birthday makes no sense to me. I am old
and wise, silly sometimes, but settled and protective of my bestest
human on earth, and I am certainly not born again every year.
I mean, if that is what it takes to make Chris give me fish (can't wait
until tonight), then I think one birthday a year is too little. Or maybe
I have more than one, because I get fish more often than once.

Well alyeay, Chris has just explored the website, and she's found a
comment from a month ago, telling me that some visitor likes my woofer
ramblings. Well dear visitor, if you like my ramblings, why don't you
come and give me pets, please? You are invited by my royal dominant
self, and don't listen to what Chris says. Just turn on your direction
commanding system in the car, the train or the plane (I'm sure they all
have that vice telling you where and when to turn right or left on
board) and come here and pet me! Okay, have to admit that you have to
like both me and Chris, because Chris is the bestest human on the
planet, with mom being close second, and a few others following not too
far away. If you want to be really nice to me, bring some Hapoo fish,
duck feet or pig hooves, poltry necks or potato biscuits. Chris never
minds me having these. With Bockwurst it's a different story.

Anyway, it's high tennis time for Chris, so I can be lazy. Wait, I think
I heard her talking about visitors, so I think I'm not going to be all
that lazy. Cheers for the moment, Hapoo longneck.