I'm two-years old now! That makes me like-what? 14 in human years? Dude, I'm totally a teenager now which means I get to tell my parents what to do. Well...Ok, it looks like not a whole lot will change. I pretty much tell them what to do as it is already.
I had a great birthday! I got up early that morning and spent some much needed quality time alone with Daddy. He actually was home for awhile. I'm sorry I didn't update and tell you all. Thanks for being worried about me though! Daddy and I played video games together and watched TV and napped on the couch, that is until Mommy came home. She and Daddy then left me home alone for a few hours.
But, when they came back, they came back with a birthday present for me!
It's a pet alligator! And, it's alive!
At first it didn't seem alive. I thought it was just a stuffed toy.
But then, something magical happens-it wakes up and attacks you. He's not very friendly. So I bite him and he bites back. His name also happens to be "Bite Me."
The alligator even drank out of my water bowl and ate out of my food bowl. Who does he think he is? He's also loud and squeaks a lot.
I love my new toy, but for some reason my parents don't let me play with him very much. I think they're afraid I might hurt him. But, I am more concerned with him hurting me!
Here is a video of me playing with my new pet toy!
I also got new treats for my birthday as well.
It was a pretty fun day and a successful birthday in the fact that my Mommy didn't make me wear a stupid birthday cone!