As some of you may know it’s a very special and important day today – my 21st birthday! WOOT WOOT! I have now reached that age where my alcohol level can reach o.079 and not be arrested. I can now order a drink at a bar, walk safely into a casino without being tackled, and buy a handgun. Not a very positive and celebratory look at turning 21, is it?
So I thought I would make the start to my birthday a little interesting. Every year I ask for a puppy. I’ve just always wanted one – a golden retriever or black lab – I don’t know why just those two, but I’ve only ever thought about those two, even though I love other breeds. Anyways, I never get one. The reasons have been explained to me multiple times– no one is really home enough to give a puppy there full attention and to train it, no one would pick up after it, and my parents would be the only ones taking care of it. However, both of my parents each had a dog and I have dog-sat multiple times. That’s ok. I understand. Whatever.
Well last night I received my first present. My friends were so excited for me to open it and I sort of knew what it was, but i opened it. As I reached into the bag I felt something fluffy and soft. I pulled out a small, golden-brown dachshund. The only problem was it was a stuffed animal. Once again.
However, this year, with a little bit of revenge and tom foolery in my heart, I sent out a tweet through my phone simply saying ‘I GOT A PUPPY FOR MY BIRTHDAY!!!’ Because I have my twitter account “feed” my tweets to my Facebook account as my updates, within a matter of seconds I had about 30 comments on my status. What started out as a little white lie quickly turned into utter mayhem! People wanted to know what breed it was, what we were going to name it, etc. and I simply could not end the joke that soon.
So, to all the people who thought I actually received a puppy, my apologies, I’m sorry. It will probably not be until I own my own house that I will own a puppy.
