What’s up, Bultaco?
I understand zees ees a special day for you!
Well, Bull, when your earliest memory is of the inside of a filthy crate, any day spent free is a special day, but I take your point.
So, how do you plan on zee celebrations?
Well, I’ll flounce, lick, chark, chowl, strut, take a long, quivering poop, kick grass joyously over my head, work on my book, take a nap, wait for dad to get home so I can cave his knees in backwards, charge around the yard with a stick in my mouth like I’ve lost my mind, nibble my butt,take a satisfying scoot across the carpet, demand to be taken for a ride on the motorcycle, cover the kitchen floor with slobbery water, pounce on Max, etc, etc…
Wait a minute, Charlee; zat sounds like like every day around zee Casa del Whackos!
You’re smarter than you look, le Bull!