TULLY says . . .
I'm lying here licking the dog sitter's toes, Mom, but it's a poor substitute—it's your feet I long to be licking! Oh, how I wish I could be with you on your special day, and not just because bits of cake tend to fall the floor on such occasions. The dog sitter tells us that very soon you'll be sitting next to me on my "nest," warm and cozy and safe. Since I don't understand the concept of time—or any concept, for that matter—that comforts me not at all. But I can tell by the sitter's increased efforts at cleaning that something is afoot. Happy Birthday, Mom!!!
DIVA says . . .
I'm so wiggly with excitement that I can't sit still. It's your Happy Birthday, Mom! Did you get presents? Wrapped in crinkly, scary sound paper? Cards? Ice cream???!!! Dad always asks Tully and me what gift he should buy for you. I hope he did OK on his own! I bet you look so pretty today, Mom! I miss you so much! Happy happy happy happy happy happy best birthday EVER, Mom!!!!! (And hi to you too, Dad!)
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DIVA says . . .
Did you have a good day? Did you, Mom? What did Dad get you? I hope you had a great birthday, Mom! Thanks for the postcard from Porvoo-Borgå. That's the funniest name I've ever heard! Did you meet any Finnish dogs? Hurry home, Mom—Tully and I have a birthday surprise for you! (Love you too, Dad!)
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