Change Is Hard

…but change is certain.

It was my birthday mama!


No one loves me.

Katie here. Bet you think I’m here to wish you all a happy holiday. Wrong. Wrong wrong wrongwrongwrong. I am here to protest! To tell the whole world how abused I am! To get back my birthday rights!

Look, I know that turning 11 is not a big deal. It’s not like turning 10. Ten is important. Eleven is just another year. I know that.

But you’d think I’d at least get a birthday treat! You’d think there’d be a little present or something. Maybe a special meal.

At least a birthday tummy tickle!

Anyone want to tickle my tummy?

Did I get any of that? No I did not! I wasn’t even home for my birthday! I was shuttled off to camp and no one cared it was my birthday at all!

So I’ve been protesting. Loudly and often. I think mama gets it now and maybe she’s a tiny bit contrite. But I bark to wake her up every day anyway, just to be sure she doesn’t forget.

Can’t we just go play mama?

I haven’t been on any walks or to any parks or on any adventures since they got home either. I told mama last night that she better come up with a fun trip for me pretty soon or I was going to go on permanent strike. No more pictures until we do something fun.

I’m not kidding.

PS: Merry Christmas to all of you. I’m sure she’ll shape up before the holidays.

Come ON mama!

Author: dawnkinster

I'm a long time banker having worked in banks since the age of 17. I took a break when I turned 50 and went back to school. I graduated right when the economy took a turn for the worst and after a year of library work found myself unemployed. I was lucky that my previous bank employer wanted me back. So here I am again, a long time banker. Change is hard.

23 thoughts on “It was my birthday mama!

  1. Awww Katie, I’m sorry you’re feeling ignored and abused, but sometimes mamas have things they have to do without you, and you need to know it always makes mamas sad to leave you. I heard your mama has been sick since she got home, but I’m sure she’ll take you on more adventures as soon as she feels better.


  2. Happy birthday Katie & merry christmas. I hope santa makes it up to you!

    Keep staring and barking…. I’m sure that will work.


  3. Poor Katie … I’m so sorry, Princess, but your mama has been under the weather with that nasty cold and probably doesn’t feel much like doing anything. She’ll make it up to you — count on it (right, Dawn?!!)


  4. Nothing like laying it out straight, Katie. Merry Christmas to you and your mama. I hope Santa Claus is very, very good to you. OK….and to your mama, too.


  5. Katie, you are good at expressing your thoughts. I hope your mama shapes up soon and you enjoy some good rooms outside. And I hope she makes up for leaving you at camp with some good Christmas treats. Merry Christmas to you and your mama.


  6. OMG, she is so funny! Such a princess, I swear! She should meet my diva cat, Max (yes, a man can be a diva). They are like two peas in a pod.


  7. Happy Happy Belated Birthday Katie! You know what? You have my full permission to bark like crazy at your Mama and I don’t blame you one bit for boycotting photos! She DOES need to get her act together, missing your birthday?? Noooooooo!! That puts her on Santa’s naughty list for sure! Love you pretty girl! xoxo


  8. Happy Birthday Kate! I bet Momma has a lot of presents for you and trips coming up! Merry Christmas!


  9. Bowsers, we think Mama will be in trouble with Santa Paws. We think you will get extra treats this Essexmas


  10. Merry Christmas to you all and I am sure you will get lots of presents Katie.


  11. Aw Katie, sorry we missed your birthday. 11 is a very big deal and I’m sure your mama spoiled you pretty good despite your drama. You do a very good job at keeping her on her toes. We hope you had a wonderful birthday week!


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