By daily 
Kon woke up on his birthday, tail wagging slightly with the hope of surprises and excitement. But as the sun climbed higher in the sky, there was silence. No special greetings, no extra belly rubs, and worst of all, no birthday wishes.
He paced around the house, his floppy ears drooping a bit more than usual. “Today is my birthday,” Kon thought to himself, “but no one has said anything yet.”
The morning felt long, and Kon began to feel sad. His heart felt heavy, like a puppy left in the rain. He lay down in his favorite spot, curling up, wondering why his special day seemed forgotten. “Maybe I don’t deserve the fuss,” he thought quietly, feeling a little sorry for himself.