Raw Food Diet, Day 550- Because 3 is 21 in Dog Years

DUDES! Apparently it was my birthday on Sunday and I had NO IDEA because I don't have a calendar and I can't write! It was total awesomeness!

First, dad said that since I'm 3 and therefore 21 in dog years, I can legally purchase "special beverages" in the stores that sell feasting materials. He told me that there's this totally wacky right of passage for many American frat boys and since I'm a party animal I should experience it. So, dad gave me this this empty aluminum beer bottle~~and then he made me sit next to it for pictures. I was all like WHAT? What's so fun about this? Why do super crazy college boys like these things so much? Big Pupi decided that since he made it through all 4 years of college and never heard of such a tradition, he needed to investigate.
He checked inside for meat and found none. He said it smelled an awful lot like this place that's a short jog from home. It plays annoying music and always has the door open. He couldn't tell me what went on in that place because it's so dark inside, but he said it stunk like this beer bottle mixed with bad cologne. Humans are SO WEIRD!

I tried to tell my people that in MY world there's a tradition that on a dog's third birthday he gets to feast on roasted squirrel butt. Since my rather dense humans don't speak Stanislaw I had to do a little interpretive dance for them to explain the situation. They still didn't seem to get it. DUH! Didn't they get that on their third birthdays? Shouldn't they KNOW???

I did get to feast on some vanilla ice cream and dad and me played lots and lots with my favoritest squirrel log stuffy. That was SO AWESOME! (Here's a photo of my dorkus bro with the funnest toy in the WholeWideWorld:)
Dad holds the log and I shove my face into the holes and yank out one of those little squirrel nerds. Then I thrash the poobles out of it and go high-stepping into the office for some more quality thrashing and a few paw pounds and some manly prancing. Then I zip back to dad and YANK!!! Another squirrel is ready for the shaking of a lifetime. Once all the squirrels have been emancipated, I stare at dad until he goes to the office and puts it all back together. I LOVE THIS GAME!!

Speaking of games, mom ordered Big Pupi and me puzzle toys for our birthdays (BP's big day is August 8). My bro got this crazy cool tornado treat toy:
It has 3 layers each with 4 treat compartments. It spins and has white bone "locks" that increase the difficulty-ness. It is one of Nina Ottosson's "Advanced" level toys and it took Pupi all of 3 minutes to empty on his FIRST TRY - WITH the locks in place! Mom didn't even show him how it worked!
That blue treat dispensing puzzle in the background was my puzzle birthday toy present. I hate it. I barked at it for while and it did nothing, so I left to take a nap. Face it folks - I only like toys when they're attached to my dad. Otherwise I couldn't be less interested. So that means dad has to be home all the time to play with me. How's that for a birthday wish!

Paws crossed for next year,
Stanislaw da Birthday Manislaw