“Melisa has a beagle,” my boss told her.
“You do?” asked the client. “Is your dog stubborn?”
“Oh my goodness. Don’t get me started,” I replied, before, well, getting started.
After we exchanged a few “my beagle is a troublemaker” stories, my boss asked, “How old is Roxie again?”
That’s when it hit me. Her birthday had been on Wednesday, and it totally slipped my mind.
“She turned seven yesterday! Oh my gosh. I’ve never missed a birthday!” I spent the next forty-five minutes before leaving for home feeling guilty for not at least wishing her–yes, my DOG–a happy birthday. I actually spoke these words, out loud:
“I think I’ll go home and act like today is her birthday. I mean, she won’t know.”
(Oh yes, I did.)
When my shift was over, I went home and wished Roxie a very happy seventh birthday, giving her a couple of extra dog treats.
I’m pretty sure she wasn’t fooled.
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