I'm Cool and I'm Cool

Ah, all that hair is finally gone.  My mommy finally took me to the beauty salon and I am officially beautiful, once again.  They probably got 3 pounds of fur off from my body and now I am so much cooler meaning temperature wise and I am cooler meaning I am so pretty too.  I wasn't quite done when my mommy came to get me, but I just stood up on the table and didn't even make a fuss.  I had my tail down between my legs because I wanted my mommy to see I was not a happy camper to have someone else touching me, but on the other hand, it was good to have my hair done.  My Lord, there was another dog that looked like me, but she had a big "poof" on the top of her head and when my mom came in, I guess she thought it was her mom because she just started going nuts.  Terry, the owner of the salon, told this dog to quiet down, that it wasn't her mom.  I was standing up there thinking, that's my mom, not yours.  Anyway, my mommy wanted to take a picture of me, but I'm going to take a nap because I am so worn out.  Maybe I'll let her do it later.  Night, night.

How Dare She

My mommy did it, the most dastardly thing a person can do to a doggy's toy.  SHE WASHED IT.  Last weekend, one of my sisters, and you know who you are, told my mom that she needed to wash my toy, Violet.  So, what did she do today when she did her laundry?  She stuck Violet in the washing machine and the dryer.  So, Violet is clean now, but it's going to take me a while to get used to her smell.  I played with her some, but please mommy, don't wash her again.  I need to get her back to her normal smell.

Gingerly Walking to the Toy Basket

I haven't done very many exciting things lately, so my mommy hasn't written on my blog.  I decided it was about time to change this and make my mom's mouth drop wide open.  As I have mentioned before, she bought me a basket to put my toys in, and then I could get them out myself.  I usually get one or two out each morning and just leave them on the rug in the family room.  She has talked to me about putting my toys away at night, but to no avail.  Last night my mom was sitting on the couch, watching television, and she sees me walking gingerly out to the family room.  I had my favorite toy Violet in my mouth and walked over to the toy basket.  I dropped Violet right in the basket and left her there, laying with the other toys.  I looked at my mommy and her mouth had dropped open.  She said she could not believe that I actually brought my toy out and put it in the basket.  Violet had been in the bedroom all by herself and I thought maybe she was lonesome and being the good friend that I am to her, I brought her out to be with the other toys.  When it was time to go to bed, my mommy told me to get Violet out of the basket and bring her to bed, but I didn't want to.  I'm not sure why, but I thought maybe she would like to spend the night with the other toys.  Maybe I'm trying to give her up, like a child gives up their blanket.  Nevertheless,  my mom picked Violet up  because she was afraid I would be lonesome for Violet and brought her into the bedroom.  I usually have my paw on Violet when I fall asleep, so I know I'm safe.  I'm glad I made my mommy amazed at me and so happy.  Maybe if I bring Violet out again tonight and put her in the basket, my mom might get a hint.