What a week. First, the trip to the DoGtor’s office.
Then, the daily baths. Really? Every day?
Then, a good shake. Now THAT, I like.
Then, I have to wait for the peep to bring out the dreaded blow dryer to dry off my belly.
In case you didn’t know, we Scotties have more dignity than any other anipal on Earth. Yes. It’s true. Just ask one if you don’t believe me.
There’s nothing worse than losing your dignity. This week has been a real test. And I think I passed.
But I’m sorry to say that I nipped at my Godmother Carol when she hoisted me up on my back legs to take a look at my belly on Monday. She was only trying to help. As always. So, in my appreciative Scottie way, I thanked her by taking the cookie she gave me.
Wasn’t that nice of me?
Methinks the belly boo boo is on its way out. My skin is so smooth and soft. The hairs are growing back (I’m all about the testosterone thank doG) and even my tootsies, which used to smell like Fritos corn chips sometimes, are fresh as daisies.
Just so you know, thanks to my Blogville pals for telling me this, when your feet smell like Fritos corn chips, it’s because of yeast or bacterium proteus or pseudomonas. And with all the walking we do in wet grasses it’s no wonder you can smell it cause, my feet at least, never dry out. It’s nothing to worry about. Actually, my feet do dry out. I’m just being dramatic.
That’s my pawsitive news for today. And I’ve got lots more to share thanks to my foreign and domestic news correspondents. So, stay tuned. And go eat some Fritos.