Barkbark baaark baaark
baaark
bark
(Repeat in tune till you’re all done!)
“Who had a birthday party today?!”
Me, it was me! My birthday, my party, people came, we barked, we ate!
“All true except it wasn’t your birthday you little doggit, it was mine!”
Whaddya mean not my birthday?
“Yes, not yours. Mine! I am now older than time, older than the seas and older than rhyme!”
But whaddya mean not my birthday? We party, we bark, we eat, so my birthday!
“It was My Birthday! As you are My Dog?
As this bed is my bed?
And this pillow on which you rest your bum, is my pillow?
So in that same way, my birthday.”
Mine.
As you are My Person? As your food is my food, as your house is my house, your car is my car and your fridge is my fridge? Also your sheets, cushions, pyjamas, shoes, couch, chair, and kitchen. All mine.
“I see what you mean little wag tail. But a birthday is different. It means I was born on this day.”
Well so was I. Born on this day. And on that day. On all birthdays I am born.
“You don’t know anything!”
I know everything. What’s yours is mine. What’s mine is yours. You can have my bowl and sleep in my bed. Happy Birthday to us!
“I will sleep in my own bed thank you, in case you hadn’t noticed I’m a little long.”
And a little fat.
“What?! Move! You’ve hogged the middle! Where am I going to sleep?”
Such a fuss you make! Your birthday, your bed, your bum! Here, I’m sleeping in the corner now. Happy?
“Thank you! I love you. Don’t bite my toes in the night.”
Happy Birthday. Don’t touch me with your toes.
Sleep tight.
From Bedtime stories for creatures
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