Snuffleupagus, Mr. Moose and an Admonition

Hello my friends.  Today was my birthday.  Yes I, Mr. Baiser de la Montagne, entered the frozen tundra on March 6, 2006.  I did not see grass until May that year and having never seen anything but snow before, it scared the geewhillikers out of me.  I would not put my paws on it.  Mom explained that grass was my friend, so I finally got used to it and learned that it makes great scratching material for an itchy back.  ~looks out the window and sighs~ At this rate it may be May or later before we see grass again this year. 

~turns back to y'all~  There I go again wool-gathering.  Mom says I do that alot.  But my primary intent, other than to wish everyone a mahvelous Sunday is to tell you about my birthday.

It started at 6:00 AM this morning.  The alarm clock went off and Mom got out of bed.  I remained steadfastly where I was, ensconced on the bed, head between paws, watching Mom very carefully.  I was trying to determine this very uncharacteristic behaviour when she said "C'mon, Smooch Pooch, ITS YOUR BIRTHDAY!"   OMD, she was right, it was my birthday.

I lept off the bed in a single bound and began to dance around.  (I actually moved at a snail's pace, stretching and making little ooh and ahh sounds, but for effect I embellished just a little).

Mom took her time getting dressed, heck I could have stayed in bed another 30 minutes.  But, f i n a l l y she got  ready and she opened the door and let me out.  I went to the car and waited for her to come down the sidewalk and open the door.  She moves just a wee bit too slow for me, but she has the car keys and I don't have a license so I have to wait for her.

She finally came and opened the door for me and I climbed inside, wiggling all over.  I love to ride.  Now, I am not a head out the window kinda guy.  I have to have the window down or at least cracked, yes, even in 20 below temperatures.  But, I sneak my nose up to the window and get snootfuls of air.  Anyway, she got the car going and off we went. 

We went to my favoritest place in the world for breakfast.  The Star, the big Gold Star place.  OMD, I love it.  She got a SEC Biscuit and she got me an E Biscuit.   Then I wiggled all over the back seat while she fed it to me.  I was in Biscuit Heaven. 

For those of you that have read my Hoarding Blog you know that my toys are all outside, frozen to the ground.  I didn't think Mom would get me anything other than a biscuit for my birthday, but when we got back to the house, she went to the bedroom and brought out a package.  Inside was

It was Mr. Moose and Snuffleupagus . . . or he looked like Snuffleupagus 'cept he was Green.  Not the color green, but ecology green.  He is made from recycled things.  Don't worry, it won't be long before he is recyleable ~hehe~. 

But, there was a directive along with my new toys.  I cannot take them outside.  If I attempt to take them outside they will be taken away and put on the dreaded refrigerator.  Just out of reach but close enough to tempt me.  Wait, aren't these toys mine, Mine, MINE????  How can there be restrictions on MY toys.

Okay, Okay, I get it.  All of my toys are outside and I refuse to bring them in.  They are frozen to the ground because I put them there.  It is my fault I did not have any toys to play with.  I get it, I get it.  So I had to promise Mom that my toys will remain in the house, unscathed.  They will not go outside.  ~toes crossed behind back~  I PROMISE.