I was born! I haven't received my present yet, but I don't think I can handle any more kisses from my mother. And don't tell me that those kisses are my present. No way.

Also, three years ago, I started my blog. I was a shy pug and it took a big deal of effort to decide to press that "create a blog" button. And I am so glad I did!

Cheers!

And my birthday is coming soon. Mom, why don't you go shopping for my present? There's an appliance store nearby and I would like one of these. Just make sure it has a doggy door. Thank you.

Good morning friends,

Mom and dad were talking about work yesterday. There's been a lot going on in dad's work place ever since he left for medical leave and he is very stressed out about it. There's also been changes in mom's office and she is very stressed out as well. And then, I heard the shocking news: mom clocks in and out. Really? Can you imagine having your lunch time limited by a horrible machine? Can you believe this has been going on for almost a year?

Not to make you feel bad mom, but, would you like to know what I am doing while you clock in to work, out to lunch, in again to work and then out to go home?