The days of my life.....

Where to begin? They threw me a weak, lackluster birthday party last Friday. The saga of my fallen empire continues to baffle me in this house of "King Baby Dylan". The 'walks' have become pathetic, and I can't remember the last time we went to the park. I tolerate him and this situation, well, because I remember how it use to be. I am a shell of the dog I once was. On this site I will do what I can to salvage the good times, bitch about the brat and hopefully learn a bit about myself. Please excuse me, I believe my typing may be stirring up his majesty, god forbid I upset him!