Girl, Rottweiler, and Birthdays

 I got up this morning in a strange fashion, the bringer of mornings kicking me in the side during what most people call a puppy dream. I turned and blinked at him, how did he get on my bed? Why was he in my bed? When did he get in my bed? Although, he looked pretty comfortable, sprawled out in prime kicking position. I glare at the dog and realize I am a queen of unsuccessful glares at this point, as I role out of bed. How many days has it been since I washed my hair? Did I do it yesterday or the day before? Do I smell alright? I feel confused. Moses let's loose winds of death, I decide shortly that I better take a shower anyway.
Walking to the shower in a haze, I remember briefly its my birthday. I take my shower (singing "its my party and I'll cry if I want to) and change into black pants, and a batman t-shirt (maybe this year Bruce Wayne will finally come for me). I get back to my room to see Moses alert, staring at my phone. I send a questioning glance his way and I begin to put on shoes ignoring the frozen pup. Then he begins to growl. I turn towards him, "what's wrong?"
He gives me a look that says, you don't know?
I shake my head, thinking of course this is crazy puppy behavior. Then the growling starts again and my phone starts to vibrate.
I bust out laughing. How scary the phone must be, a demonic creature, with a great bluish green tint and razor sharp sound effects.
Moses is growling, teeth showing, hair bristled, he hasn't bothered to get up but his whole body is alert. It's a serious yet funny sight.
"Mo, it's just my phone." I giggle at him then pick it up, to see what's going on. Facebook has exploded with birthday wishes from friends, family, and acquaintances that I can't quiet place. Apparently, my phone had been going off every minute or so with the well wishing of people both in the United States and outside of it.  No wonder my Rottweiler was screaming at it.
"Geeze." I had been thinking my theme song for this years birthday would be "it's my party and I'll cry if I want to", I wasn't expecting to actually cry this morning. That just sent Moses out the window. He jumped up, started wagging his tail, and licked my hand.
It's ok, it's ok. The demon phone isn't that scary.
I laughed, because honestly, dogs. He stopped the moment I laughed, realizing I was ok, he curled back up.
"Do you want to go to work?" I asked grinning, Moses' ears perked up and he wagged his tail.
"Work?" I asked again, smile getting bigger.
He stood up, wagging his tail.
"Go?" I could help but giggle.
He stretched, jumped down, and began to whine.
My phone went off, the whine changed to a growl.
I laughed, "let's go, before you decide to attack my phone."
Puppy whining all the way to the door, I couldn't help but laugh. So thank you everybody who sent me a text or Facebook message. You made my morning hilarious.

You left me to face demons alone!