Your birthday party, huh? You all ready for your birthday party? Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday dear Choochie boy, happy birthday to you. Give me Paul, man. Happy birthday, brother.
It was a special day—one filled with love, laughter, and a whole lot of tail wags. The balloons were up, the treats were out, and the house was buzzing with excitement. But the real star of the show? None other than Choochie boy.
“Your birthday party, huh?” someone laughed, as Chooch trotted into the room wearing his birthday bandana, tail swishing like a metronome. “You all ready for your birthday party?” they asked him, even though everyone knew the answer. Chooch was more than ready. This wasn’t just another day—this was his day.
The decorations were all about him—photos from over the years, his favorite toys proudly displayed, and even a special cake made just for dogs. It was peanut butter flavored, topped with little bone-shaped cookies, and Chooch stared at it with the same wide-eyed awe as a kid spotting their birthday cake for the first time.
Then came the moment everyone was waiting for.
“Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you…” the song began, voices joining in with big smiles, “happy birthday dear Choochie boy, happy birthday to you!”
As the last note rang out, Chooch stood in the center of it all, tail still wagging, eyes full of joy. “Give me Paul, man,” someone said, reaching out their hand. Without hesitation, Chooch raised his paw and placed it gently in their palm. The room erupted in cheers. “Happy birthday, brother.”
This wasn’t just a birthday—it was a celebration of a life that had brought endless joy to everyone who knew him. Chooch wasn’t just a dog. He was a best friend, a little brother, a furry therapist, and a daily dose of sunshine. He had comforted through heartbreak, made everyone laugh with his goofy antics, and loved so deeply it left a mark on every soul he met.
And on this day, everyone gave that love right back.
There were games, presents, cuddles, and so many treats he didn’t know what to do with himself. But the best gift of all? Being surrounded by the people who loved him most—his family, his fans, his pack.
“Here’s to you, Choochie boy,” someone whispered while scratching behind his ears. “Another year of memories, love, and tail wags.”
And Chooch? He just smiled with his eyes and leaned in a little closer, like he understood it all.
Happy birthday, brother.
