For my special day, I expect a big celebration every single year — without fail. Doesn’t every Chihuahua with humans like mine? It’s tradition.

But this year, all I heard about was snow and temperatures below zero.
I still had to go outside as usual.
So why couldn’t my people go get my cake?
Who cares if Amazon and Walmart stopped all deliveries?
You only turn nine once, and a winter storm stole my entire birthday week.

Then suddenly the human world started moving again,
as if nothing had happened.
And my cake finally arrived.

Belated Birthday? Really?
My birthday was eight days ago.
Humans forget things.
They also invent things to pretend they didn’t forget.

Still, I forgave my Human Mom.
I sat for her silly photos —
there was cake involved, at long last.

Humans are strange creatures.
But you have to love them anyhow,
even when they forget your cake for over a week