Yes, chocolate. Your dog went and spoiled the surprise.

[Oh well. It's not like chocolate is the extent of the cake he spent the afternoon on.]

So, okay, the original idea was to go out for dinner, since it's super obvious that I can't cook, but I was going to ask you where you wanted to go before you came home... uh... want to meet up somewhere? If you wait for me, I'll bring the cake and we can have, you know, a birthday date. Or something.