My dog has his own Twitter page. Geegee. I'm practically giddy. And tomorrow's his birthday.

Last night, I made a discovery. For the past year or so, I've been counting him as 7 years old. His upcoming birthday was looked upon with sadness. The thought of Chance The Dog turning 8 has made me verklempt. Lo and behold, my discovery: He's really turning 7 tomorrow! He's a whole year younger than we thought. (Thanks to Husband's handy calendar reminding us that CTD was born in 2003. I really do suck at math.)

Oh, frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!

I'll make some sort of cake. He's partial to applesauce and peanut butter (and most things that drop onto the floor). Maybe a little cream cheese.

It'll be interesting to see what kind of pithy comments he'll tweet. I'm hoping for the best, but sometimes, frankly, he's not all that witty.

(If you think I'm crazy, letting my dog have his own Twitter account, I have one question for you: Wouldn't you?)

Social media. Is there nothing you can't do?

Follow our dog on Twitter. (Interesting role reversal, isn't it? Maybe not.)

Follow Chance the Dog's insightful yet slightly stupid StoryRhyme Twitter Tweets!


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