Birthday Feast, Part Dwa (Two)

My humans left Pupi and me alone in the apartment for a while today, and man was I one grumpy pup when they returned.  It's my birthday!  Thou shalt not leave the birthday king home!  It didn't take long for my bitter attitude to fade into swirly sweetness when I saw what they had done.  They had purchased supplies for the birthday celebration!

Mom began spreading some scrumptious vanilla ice cream onto the bottom of two bowls, and then she scattered some BBQ-ed chicken chunks on top.  When the candles appeared on top of one bowl, I just knew that it was mine!
I totally would have eaten the deliciousness candles and all, but all I was allowed was a sniff until the tongue-burning bits were removed.  Then it was feasting time!!!
I made certain to get myself as coated with the cool creaminess as possible.  Vanilla ice cream happens to look lovely against my black coat.  I am one fashionable boy.  Once the feasting was over and after Pupi and I began to work on chewing up our paper bowls (not allowed, apparently), our humans presented me with another gift.  
Sure, I think it's kind of lame that Big Pupi has to get feasts and presents on MY special day, but I try to remember that his birthday is only a few days away and he MUST share his feasts and presents with me.  I can deal.  After all, today has been pretty awesome so far.  
I am one happy, ice cream-covered boy!  And the celebration isn't over yet.  Dad is doing his laundry later and I get to thrash to my heart's content.  I LOVE laundry parties!  

Give it your best thrash,

Stanislaw