Turkey ready yet? Come get me when it is. Happy Thanksgiving!
Why, it’s a gentledog caller. Are those for me? You shouldn’t have, you lil’ skamp.
The basket of shame. We’ve all been there, sister.
Monday? Really?
That’s a comfy looking pillow.
I couldn’t agree with this photo more. Rain is not good.
My daddy’s friend Bailey sent this amazing doggie chart along and I had to share. It’s perfect. Now I gotta go out. Then I gotta go in. No, out… In?
Say hello to Thing 2. I got all dressed up for the Tompkins Parade this past weekend to strut my stuff along with my Mommy (she was Thing 1, naturally). I didn’t win a prize, but everyone who saw me was a winner because of my adorableness.
Thanks for making me look so pretty, Mom. U da best! <licks>
Doggie Heaven!
My Tail Got Hurt
It’s no secret I got chewed on by an off-leash Pit Bull over the summer. Unfortunately, I was recently assaulted by a door!
It was just the tip (tee-hee) but it smarted and bled like a SOB.
Why me?
Here’s what it looked like when I was all taped up. Tho, the first wrap I had was green.
But when I wagged it flew off so they had to go to the heavy duty red tape.
In all, it wasn’t so bad. I got pampered, which is all I really desire.
Plus, my Monkey Bed was back in full force making sure I healed properly. Thanks for all the warm get-well wishes and try not to make my Daddy feel bad about it. That’s my job! “More Lamb Lungs and liver slivers, Father. It really helps the throbbing and swelling go down.” <YUM!>
