Hint, hint
Sebastian leaped onto the couch next to john Jones, his human, and leaned close to his ear, humming. Ummmmm ,umm.
John looked up from his newspaper, frowning. "Why are you whimpering,boy?"
Whimpering? Could't john tell the difference between whimpering and a fine rendition of "happy birthday to me"?
A detective on the city police force, john should certainly be able to uncover this broad clue that his fuzzy buddy's birthday was almost here. But sometimes john was a little slow. And Sebastian (super sleuth)