Props to this dog for doing what everyone else wishes they could. He could sit there quietly until “Happy Birthday” runs it’s course, but he’s not going to because it’s his birthday and he wants food.
Why should he wait for his humans to finish a song he can’t even understand?
Barring John F. Kennedy, nobody has ever enjoyed a rendition of “Happy Birthday.” Every single “Happy Birthday” I’ve ever heard featured a bunch of halfhearted, off tune singing with a 50 percent chance of confused mumbling when you inevitably have to say the person’s name. It’s the price you pay for your piece of cake and, as far as I’m concerned, the admittance isn’t worth it.
It’s even worse when it’s your birthday. All you want is presents, but you can’t get them until you’ve been serenaded by a group of people while you try to figure out what you’re supposed to do with your hands.
This dog is a breath of fresh air.