Birthday wishes

When I went to bed last night I had figured my wife would be the first to wish me a happy birthday. Boy howdy was I wrong. The first one with greetings this morning, my seventy pound boxer:

She normally sleeps in a carrier / kennel, it's been routine for the past three years. Well this morning around four o'clock she decided she wanted to visit with the wife and I. We awoke to the carrier door dropping back shut and the sound of a seventy pound beast running though the house. She ran back to the bedroom, once I hoped out of be she headed towards the living room. I found her in my recliner, sitting and waiting patiently for me.

She walked back to her carrier, when I lifted the gate she walked inside and laid down happy and content, with a smug look of achievement on her face. I returned to bed where a giggling wife who then wished me a happy birthday.

Twenty minutes later, sensing that I'd just gotten back to sleep, the beast struck again. She'd apparently figured out that she could slam her nose into the bottom of the kennel door and it would bow just enough to pop open. This time she was at a dead run towards the bedroom, being lead and trailed by the wife's now terrified cats.

This time I popped her on the tail a couple of times and she trotted back to the kitchen; after being let outside to run around the yard a couple of times she was ready to go back to bed. In her kennel she laid down to sleep the rest of the morning. When I got back to the bedroom the wife was still amused since the cats, now scared witless, had decided my side of their bed was safe refuge.

Damned animals, I think they're plotting against me. 'tis rough being out smarted by a three year old boxer on your thirtieth birthday. Oh well, I can honestly say that my thirtieth birthday shall be one to remember.