First I showed her my Birdday balloon and how pretty it was tied to my collar.
Then I tried doing a little dance to cheer her up.
Sort of like Salome and the dance of the 7 veils, but a little different.
Finally I decided it was fine to just guard her decoratively while she snored in the background.
Later that night P-Daddy played Dumbchuck (tm) with me and, since I think I can be a service dog, I did some Physical Terrorpy on Mommy's other shoulder. (I didn't hurt either of them, I swear!) After biting the first two balloons, I'm making this one last. So far, 4 days later, it's still alive and worth playing with even though they don't fly as much any more. Mom left the sound in to show you how loud I can be with my paws.