I had my first birthday last weekend and my people had cake. They sang to me and I got a special treat and Mommy gave me a little tiny bit of cake, but she said chocolate isn't good for dogs so I couldn't have very much. I don't know what a birthday is, but it seems important to my family. Mommy said she's going to get me a new, fancy bed for my birthday, but she's waiting until the weather gets cooler and I have to do something called "mature." I had a bed, but I was making origami projects out of it and it stopped being flat. You can't sleep on something like that. So now I'm practicing being "mature." I think this means I should stick my head through the curtains in mine and Mommy's and Daddy's bedroom (the curtains match me) and then grab them and shake them to death. I wouldn't want the curtains to get any ideas about trying to hurt my family. Keeping curtains in line is very mature, don't you think? I'll have that new bed really soon! I hope it matches me!