By daily 
Today was Charlie’s birthday, and as the sun streamed through the window, he wagged his tail in excitement. But as the morning wore on, his little heart began to sink. Despite his joyful spirit, nobody seemed to remember his special day. His humans were busy, and the house was quiet.
Feeling a bit forlorn, Charlie wandered into the living room, his favorite toy, a squeaky bone, clutched in his mouth. He nudged it with his nose, hoping someone would join him in play, but they were all preoccupied with chores and phone calls. With a heavy sigh, he flopped down on the soft rug, staring out the window at the world outside.
The park across the street was bustling with other dogs and their owners. Charlie longed to join them, his tail thumping against the floor in anticipation. “Maybe I can have my own little adventure,” he thought, his spirits lifting slightly.
With a newfound determination, Charlie padded toward the door. When he pawed at it, his human finally looked down at him. “What’s up, Charlie? Want to go outside?” she asked, and in a flash, he was bouncing on his paws, ready for anything.