I got a better idea.
A BIRTHDAY CAKE for the little cur-bitch (cause he sho ain't no MALE dawg!)
First, we take a cake that one of his mamas' has done already baked up for his sorry ass, and we gonna decorate it...
like this...
and there you got it -- the PERFECT birthday cake for the PERFECT DAWG-ASS IDIOT... and it’s made from 100% dawg meat!
When I celebrate my dog's birthday, at least I know when it is -- she's got papers.
And I'm positive that I won't be thinking of you this Saturday, Dawg, you miserable pile of dawg manure.