Friends, today is my last day of being 7 years old! Tomorrow is my 8th birthday and we are hoping
to go out for the day, weather permitting. It rained for most of today and I spent the time sleeping,
but I woke up and started asking for walky just half an hour before the sun came out again! I have a nose for these things.
Dad says being 8 years old (48 in human years) is an age of responsibility and maturity and I should stop behaving like
a puppy from now on. But I don't think that will ever happen, do you?