Today marks a special day for me, as it’s my birthday. However, the excitement that typically accompanies birthdays is conspicuously absent. Why? Because I’m an unattractive dog with eyes that fail to captivate the hearts of those around me.

As the day progresses, I find myself yearning for the warmth of birthday wishes and the joyous celebrations that usually accompany such occasions. But alas, they remain elusive, overshadowed by the undeniable truth of my unattractiveness.

Despite my efforts to exude cheerfulness and enthusiasm, the indifference of others serves as a constant reminder of my unremarkable appearance. It seems that my unappealing eyes are all anyone sees, preventing them from acknowledging the significance of this day in my life.

Nevertheless, amidst the disappointment and loneliness, I cling to the hope that someday, someone will see beyond my exterior and recognize the worthiness of celebrating the unique being that I am. Until then, I resign myself to the quiet solitude of an uncelebrated birthday, knowing that within me lies a beauty far deeper than what meets the eye.