Hi, It is I the wonder blogging dog! She finally lets me talk..and boy do I have some things to tell you!
First of all I got to go see my girls! The youngest one was eleven this week, the one with the freckles. This is the week that they are stair steps..one is eleven, one is twelve and one is thirteen. Next week it changes..anyway the older sisters baked for the youngest..a beautiful chocolate cake..that I was not allowed to taste. In the afternoon they all went to Dairy Queen because the girls are on spring break, I wasn't allowed in there either.
I did get to hear the story about Miss Paige and how she got her name. My sister wanted to name her Grace, Far Guy suggested Robin ( because he saw his first robin of spring that day). Savannah wanted to name her Alice..like Alice in Wonderland. My sister's husband said no way to any of those names...so the tiny baby did not have a name for days..finally he decided he could live with the name Paige.
Paige got a new kitten for her birthday..she named it Skittles, (cats must be far easier to name than humans).. ..it spit and hissed at me..even though I was only smelling it.
Then one morning, Far Side got up early..she never gets up early unless something important is happening..and apparently it was. I had been hearing part of this argument all week, since the Monday morning meeting "I don't think he needs to go" "Yes, he does." "Is it really necessary?" "Yes, he is going and that is final..quit your whining." I needed to go to the groomer, Far Side said so. Far Guy was not real happy. He supposed he could make it until noon. I left at 8:30..at 10AM he began to pace. Far Side said it was pathetic..at 2PM he called the groomer and said "What is wrong with my dog?" Well nothing was wrong, I was having a great time on my day out playing with the other dogs that were there..in between my bath, my haircut, my toe nail clipping, my ear cleaning, and my anal gland expressing ..yew..I bet that is too much information about those little old glands that dogs have!
I look pretty handsome. It took all of five minutes for Far Guy to take off my cute little scarf and tell me I smelled like a french whore..whatever that is..and then he told me to roll around and get dirty. My Groomers report card said " I wasn't an angel, but darn close! I need to be brushed more often! I had a fun time playing! " It wasn't so bad, I had to have a couple of really good naps after I got home. I have never been off leash with that many different kinds of dogs before..little ones, big ones..boys and girls..I am used to small packs..Like Hooch and Odda or Miney and Elvis..but I do play well with others! :)