Violet Had to Have a Bath

I know I talk a lot about my best friend and bed buddy Violet, but my mommy did the worst thing ever this morning.  I had Violet out in the family room and after my mom put the last load of laundry into that big contraption, she noticed Violet was laying on the floor. I watched as she snatched Violet up from the floor and watched her as she put Violet in the washing machine.  As I sadly stood in the doorway of the laundry room, I turned around to leave and my mommy told me Violet was going to get a bath.  I was shocked and I literally turned around and looked at her straight in the eyes and thought a BATH...oh no!  I know what a bath is and for the most part, I try to totally avoid them.  When my mommy tells me I need a bath, I turn around and head for any direction I can and hope she can't find me.  Of course, she always does though.

The point to this blog actually is not only that Violet had a bath, but when my mommy brought the folded clothes into the bedroom where I sleep, I had brought another toy in there.  Mr. Bumble Bee.  See, I do know the names of all my toys.  She could not believe that I had brought him into the bedroom. Well, I thought I had lost the love of my life, Violet, so I was replacing her.  I know you are probably wondering how could I love Violet so much and replace her so quickly, but I needed something in my bedroom. My mommy was surprised I didn't have my dinosaur in there, but whatever,  Mr. Bumble Bee was good for the time being.

My Violet is back, but at first I really didn't want anything to do with her because she didn't smell or taste the same. I know that is what a bath does to toys, doggies and people, but once my mommy made her squeak and then threw her and I went after her, I knew my old buddy was back.  Sorry Mr. Bumble Bee, I'll play with you out in the family room.

Never DOUBT Your Pet

I have been through this before, I have doubted my dogs and I admit I am extremely foolish for doing this.  Instead of Missy telling her story, I, her Mommy, am going to tell my story about Missy and a previous dog by the name of Cassey.

We had an incident in this house when we had Cassey that involved a cat.  Cassey hated cats and if any were in our yard, she would chase them out.  One day, she tore into our living room and faced our couch and was barking and barking at something.  I went into the living room and finally called my husband in there and he looked behind the couch and I'll be darned if there wasn't a "CAT" behind the couch.  We could only assume that it came in through the doggy door.  He took the cat outside and it went on it's way...so we thought.  The next day, all of a sudden, the same thing happened.  Cassey ran into the living room staring at the couch again, but this time, I didn't believe her.  I stood there telling her that there was NOT a cat under that couch, but she insistently continued barking.  This time, Kari pulled the couch out and we could not believe that the cat was back.  She pulled it out, picked it up and took it back outside.  I thought I had learned my lesson of not believing my dogs.

Well, I once again was tested in my belief of my dog.  Missy's best friend "Violet", her disgusting violet colored worm toy that she sleeps with and squeaks all the time, was missing.  I couldn't see her toy in her bed, so I asked her where it was? She looked at me with great concern and was looking in her bed and then up on the big bed.  I told her that maybe she had it out in the family room.  I went out to the family room with her to look, but nope, Violet was not in the family room.  We came back into the bedroom and Missy kept going to a spot between my end table and the bed.  With my DOUBTFUL  mind, I told her that it wasn't in there, there's no way she could have put it in that little area, but she insisted and was trying to get something.  I got down on my hands and knees, reached my hand in that area and I'll be darned...THERE WAS VIOLET.  I just couldn't believe that she knew that dirty little furry worm was in that spot.  I say she may have smelled it there, but I don't know, she's smart.  I tell her that if she was a human, she'd be a genius.  Sorry I didn't believe you Missy.

The Big Kaboom

Phoenix does not get rain very often, nor snow, which makes this the perfect weather condition for me to live in.  Every so often though, we will get a storm.  I do not like these storms because when it thunders, as my mommy calls it, I think it's those fireworks that the people in back of me shoot off.  When I hear that, it hurts my ears and I start barking.  Last night we had a huge thunder storm and thank God for my mommy.  She sits on the couch and I jump up on it, next to her and of course, I bark.  Well, I would get behind her back if she would let me, but since she won't, I pretty much turn in three circles first and then plop in her lap.  She will then put her arms around me and tell me that I'm going to be just fine.  Even when she knows a clap-of-thunder is about to clash, she'll put her hands over my ears, but that doesn't really help.  I know the storms don't last that long here in Phoenix, but even one loud noise is too much for me.  After the thunderstorm was over and done with, the people behind us decided there hadn't been enough noise, so they just had to shoot off one firework.  These, by the way, are the big kind that go up in the air, not the little firecrackers.  I know that I'm just a dog and supposedly do not have the knowledge of a human, but do these idiot people that shoot off the firework, think for one minute that we are going to think it's thunder?  Seriously?  They do it every time we get a thunderstorm, so I've come to the conclusion that not all humans actually have brains.