Everything was perfect. The table was set. The cake was in the middle of the table, which was set. If so, I apologize.
Dogs sometimes have memory lapses.
Everything was perfect. The other dogs wore plastic hats and carried noisemakers between their paws. We were waiting for Daryl, who has been my best friend for the last fourteen to twenty-one years. That's two to three people years, in case you are one of those fumble-brained humans who cannot do the conversion. We dogs may not be much with memory, but we're like lightning when it comes to simple calculation of the sevens.