Monthly Archives: December 2019

I had a very nice time on the peeps’ Howliday trip, but there’s no place like home. Somebody famous said that once. I love chillin on this bottom step at my house. I’m kind of hard to find, but I … Continue reading →

Ouch. Sand spurs hurt. Can we go home now?

The Peepstress fixed my hop-along gait. There was a nasty beach spur stuck in my ankle fur. Ugh.

Like my new do? I do. Those stinkin’ matts under my armpits are all gone. My butt’s been shaved so it’ll stay clean. My head’s been clipped and the rest of me has been stripped. And I smell delicious. Ah…..comfort. … Continue reading →

With my Peepstress home, I thought we’d be playing a lot. Why else would she be home? But no. She’s got stuff in her head. Maybe she needs a bordetella booster shot?

Bye buddy. Thanks for visiting for a few days. See you next Sunday. My house is on the neighborhood holiday house tour so I’ll be with you all day. We can get in all sorts of mischief. And by the … Continue reading →