Yesterday and Today

Hi everybody!
Yesterday was so great! Mom gave me tons of treats, like raw venison midallions, tins of deserts with apple and carrot in them, and freeze-dried liver treats. She said it was because yesterday was my birthday. She said I turned 4 yesterday and she sang happy birthday to me. Well, lots of people ended up singing happy birthday to me, and I loved it. It was also the day that Mom and I met for the first time at Guide Dog school.
I remember getting a bath from my trainers that morning, and then they brushed me, and then I had to stay in my kennel all day and I couldn't go to work with any of the trainers. After hanging around my kennel all afternoon, I was brought into a building with tons of new smells. I could smell other dogs and lots of other people, and I was put into this little room in an office. The room I was in had a bed in it, but it was a bed for people, and I wasn't allowed on it.
I waited in there for a little bit while Jeff, the instructor who had walked me up from the kennels went somewhere. I perked up my ears when I heard him come back, and I could smell someone else with him. He was talking to someone and then I heard Mom's voice for the first time. Jeff asked her if she was ready to meet me and she said yes, and then he came back into the little room and got me. He led me out and I stood by Mom while she talked to me. I was my aloof self even then, and just stood there as she petted me.
She told Jeff how soft my fur was, and that she liked how dark I was. He told her who my parents were, and who my sisters were, and that I was the only boy in my lidder. She asked when my birthday was, and he looked at the sheet of paper he had with him and said, that it was that same day. They both said happy birthday to me, and then Mom took me on her new leash and went to her room.
I can't believe it has been two years since that day. I love my home, and my job, and my Auntie Julia, and my big brother Marlin, and especially my Mom. I hope we have many more adventures together. On saturday evening we're going to a very nice restaurant to celebrate Mom graduating from college. We were supposed to do it last spring, but because Mom's grandma died suddenly, things just got put on hold. Mom says she has to brush me, and make sure I'm very very handsome. I'll bet she's going to put some stinky dry shampoo on my fur. She says it smells good, but meh, I think it isn't anything special. At least she gets to brush me... I love that.
Well, night all, Mom just gave me freeze-dried liver treats stuffed into a ball and I'm tired from working to get them out. I'm gonna go to sleep for now.