It's BJ. The ball dropped in Times Square and with it came 2013. Two good things, it didn't shatter and it stays up all year. Mom wouldn't take me to Times Square. It's not fair, she's been there before so why can't I go. The fact that there are a million plus people and there's no room to walk and everyone is a lot taller and they wouldn't see me, is no excuse. Humph.
On the bright side, Mom and I both have birthdays this month. Mom gave me January 22nd. I'm going to be 13!. I should have a Bar Mitzvah and have been practicing barking in Hebrew. I don't think there's a difference, but if it makes her happy, so what. In case you're not sure what a Bar Mitzvah is - when a boy reaches the age of 13 he is welcomed in as an adult in the Jewish community. Girls have them too, that's called a Bat (pronounced bot) Mitzvah.
Mom's birthday is on the 18th. I put down her age but she deleted it. Humph. She's having an aleyah in synagogue. It's a blessing at the Torah. It's a very nice honor and she's happy about it. Once again I can't go. The rabbis won't let me in. It's not fair. I'll be a good dog and won'r jump up and down and bark to show how happy I am.
One thing I do get to do is to say Happy New Year. I wish you a healthy year and that we're all here next year reading and writing the blogs. Also, I wish for lots of cookies for everyone.