Although I’m snowed in today in Lawrence, Kansas, I’m grateful for all the birthday greetings I’ve received, thanks probably to the fact that Facebook seems to have alerted all my friends even though I thought I had deleted the information about my bidet some time ago. Anyway, I spent the day bundled up cozily with KeeWee, the love of my life, and together we watched new productions back-to-back (on DVD) of traditional holiday fare like DIE FLEDERMAUS, THE MAGIC FLUTE and, of course, THE NUTCRACKER. KeeWee is absolutely astonished that, in dog years, I am now 490 years old!!! It doesn’t get better than that.
You don’t look a day over 465.
Happy birthday, Paul.
Dear Paul:
You’re going to have to have a HUGE CAKE!!
love,
Vic
Very dear Paul,
I am so sorry that we could not celebrate your 490 anniversary today, because the weather did not cooperate. However, I want you to know that I value everyone of the years that I have known you, even though I am a youngster compared to you!!!All the very best for the next accumulation of dog years–may they be as fun and exciting as all the others have been and perhaps even more precious as old wines go.
I drink to you! With love and admiration, anita
Dear Paul,
490 Hurrays to you! However, I missed the cake-in-human years collapsed under the weight of 490 candles in dog years. I will take care of that next year.
Many Happy Returns.
Warmly,
Folabo.
Happy Birthday, Paul. smart cats stay out of the snow.
Mary