My human has friends in the house. So many friends! The most friends! They came through the door which is my favorite thing that anyone can do, come through the door, and I told each of them with my whole body, and they smelled like outside and perfume and one of them smelled like a sandwich.
Everything is wrapped up. Boxes and boxes wrapped in the crinkly paper, the good paper, the paper I am not allowed to eat but oh, the paper. They keep giving the boxes to the human with the big round belly. She is the softest one. She is the best one. She sits in the chair and everyone looks at her and I look at her too because if everyone is looking there must be a ball.
There is no ball.
There is cake though. There is cake on a tall table and I know it is there because I know where all food is at all times, this is my one true gift, and nobody has dropped any yet but they will. They always drop some. I am ready. I have been ready my whole life.
Everyone keeps touching the round belly and making the high soft voices, the voices they make at ME, and I do not know why they do it but they are happy, my humans are so happy, the whole house is thumping with happy and I am thumping too, my tail against the couch, thump thump thump.
Someone is crying but it is the good crying, the leaky happy kind.
A new small human is coming. A NEW ONE. Another human, just for me to love.
And someone just dropped a piece of cake.