Thank you evfurbody!

Well, my burpday extravaganza is over and, I must say it was the best ever!  Granted, it was my first burpday, but still, awesome.

I started things off with a little marrow bone appetizer.  And then I followed it with a second course...(warning: a bit graphic):

7 POUNDS OF BEEF.  In one of the greatest injustices of all time, I had to share it with the other dogs who were not having burpdays.  Fair? No. But I am a benevolent Potus so I will let it slide.  But things only got better from there.  You see, you guys raised enough for me to take ONE HUNDRED DOLLARS to the SPCA for Miss Taboo to get better from her heartworms.  

I love riding in the car, wind in my ears, free as a bird, wild at heart in my microvan.

Here's my STOKED face.  As soon as I got to the SPCA a volunteer asked "Is that dog Capone?" which was my tuff guy name before I became Otis T. Potus. See, she knew me back in the day and insisted on hugging me and smothering me with love.  Hey, lady, save some lovin' for everyone else! And then the staff came and hugged me and admired my incomparable handsomeness.  And then...

Guess who's got that junk in the trunk??

TABOO!  Look!  SHE SWOONED AT THE SIGHT OF ME.  It happens.  Ladies, don't forget your smelling salts when meeting with the Potus.

We're both chill (and she's supposed to be taking it easy with the worms in her hearts) but she still was interested in playing just a bit.

Look, we have the same bent leg pittie walk!

And it might appear that I am leering like a dirty old man.  It's just bad photography.  I swear.

Definitely not a dirty old man.

I did a little Otis snuggle to help heal her heart. Thanks to everyone for giving me the best prezzie EVER. Well, I wish we could bring Taboo home but we don't have room (I suggested booting the noisy little one or maybe the screaming teenager.  Apparently these are not options.) 

THANKS to everyone!  (But especially to Taboo.  Get better, gal!)