Hi friends, Reef the fox here with your weekly “Reef’s Report.” March 28. Mark it down. Circle it. Cancel your plans next year. Because, obviously, it’s the day I was born.
This year, my loyal fans gathered at Pawsitive Beginnings to properly celebrate the occasion, my birthday No. 5, with a yoga class in my front yard. I would say I was surprised by the turnout, but let’s be honest, I wasn’t. When you reach my level of local celebrity status, these things are simply expected.
My good friend Kat Wheatley from Key Largo Yoga generously donated her time and talent to lead the class. From my observation post (a very comfortable outdoor bed, might I add), the humans were doing an impressive job twisting themselves into positions I personally would never attempt. Stretching, balancing, breathing deeply, all while I supervised like the seasoned professional that I am.
Someone had to make sure everything was up to my standards.
While they worked on their flexibility, I focused on what I do best, relaxing, looking handsome and maintaining the overall vibe of the event. It’s a tough job, but I handle it well.
After the class wrapped up, guests had the honor of meeting me in person. There were compliments. Lots of them. Words like “so handsome,” “so soft” and “oh my gosh, I’m obsessed” were used frequently. I accepted them graciously, as one does.
No proper birthday celebration would be complete without snacks. Our friend and private baker extraordinaire, Healthy D Lites, came through with an incredible spread of pastries for the humans to enjoy. From what I could tell, they were a huge hit, though I maintained my usual level of composure and did not beg. (Growth.)
All in all, it was a pretty perfect morning. Amazing people, good energy, and a whole lot of love for yours truly. But in all seriousness, behind the sarcasm and the celebrity status, moments like these remind us how special this community really is. People show up. They support. They care.
And yes, while they came to celebrate with me, I think we can all agree I’m worth celebrating.
Until next time, Reef, over and out!
