Wouldn't it be terrible if you didn't know your birthday? How about if you weren't even aware of the year you were born?
Well, that was the situation with rescue pooch, Charlie. Yeah, we took him in on Feb. 10 of this year thinking he was four years old. Sad to say Ol' Chaz Bo is five going on six.
His birth date is officially January 14. I told this to him this afternoon and he did like he does if I ask if he wants treats. He jumped around the room on his back feet.
I can hardly wait for his big day. There'll be hats, horns and plenty of bones for all. It's going to be a great celebration.
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