It is mummy’s birthday today so Silky and I sang “Happy Birthday to you” for mummy. I wanted you to take some part but you are at work so...anyway, mummy will understand.
After this passionate singing it started raining, so Silky and I had a loooong nap nap, a short training and lots of playing together.
Then someone ding-donged the door. Who is it? We barked and barked, and it was a parcel man with a big parcel which addressed to daddy. Is it a birthday present for mummy which daddy ordered for mummy? Silky thinks it is hers. We sniffed it....what is it?
Mummy says she doesn’t know the sender so she doesn’t want to open it. Could it be something dangerous? Who’s got this mysterious parcel on mummy’s birthday, daddy?
To be honest, daddy, I think mummy is secretly excited about this parcel. You know, I can feel that she thinks it might be a “SURPRISE!!” from you. I want to open it but it might explode so I will wait until you come home, daddy.
When daddy got home he was excited. It was a new lens for his camera. He says he will take nice photos of everyone. How could he have been so cruel to mummy.