Saturday was my birthday. I was so excited.
But the mommas forgot.
I had visions of playing with my ball for hours, leaping and flying through the air.
But the mommas forgot, no ball. Just this old stuffie.
Wait, what's that? Could it be?????
My ball! Doing the happy dance, there's my ball.
I've got it, don't worry, I've got it.
Nothin' is better than a weimaraner and her ball.
Mom, you can throw that old toy all you want, but I'm not giving up my ball.
Happy belated 9th birthday, Emmaweimar
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