Tomorrow, I become a man. That’s right, it’s my second birthday. My humans say that when I turn 2, I’m no longer going to be a puppy. I’ll now be a dog – which I suspect also means that I won’t be able to get away with so many of my antics. You know, the ones my humans excuse because I’m “still just a puppy.” I hope they don’t expect me to be totally good. Just because I’m 2, I’m still going to want Sister’s breakfast. It’s still going to be hard to avoid her toys. And I still consider socks to be my security blanket….I hope tomorrow goes ok…