Why do they call it spa day? I had my hairs stripped yesterday and my toenails clipped and a bandanna tied around my neck.
That’s about it.
The two-legged ones were aghast at my eyebrows. They’re a little short.
But I like ’em that way. What do you think?
Hi Friends. Winston here. Sherlock and I are having a big time. That’s his butt in the picture in case you didn’t recognize him.
This morning we terrorized some dogs at the dog park. The 2-legged ones aren’t big on dog parks, but now that we live in an apartment, they feel sorry for me that I don’t run around free.
I hate to be the bearer of sad news, but I didn’t run free at our other house.
And, hey, the little park is part of our neighborhood so who can argue with that.
Hope you have a nice day.
It’s off to the races! Two fabulous Scotties for a few days. Woot!
Now what do I do?
Well, it’s been a while since you said anything to your friends. What’s on your mind?
I’d say Hi Friends.
Yes, and what else?
Really Winston? You’ve got nothing to share? Nothing to say?
I never said that Peepstress.
Well, at least you’re calling me Peepstress. That’s a good start my boy. Love you.
Love you too Peepstress.
Apres Farmers market. Winston’s worn out.
We just got home from the Farmers’ Market and I have to say how proud we are of our little man. He wasn’t pissy this morning. Didn’t try to take anybody down. No barking unless it was Good Morning Buddy! He even walked. No sitting to ponder. Not that pondering is a bad thing. People are recognizing him saying, “Hey! How are ya Winston?”
It’s a good thing. I could just eat him up.
I wore these shoes out to dinner last night. I used to like them. Then Winston decided he liked them too.
Just like he liked these rubber sandals.
And my comfy slippers.
Why chew on this?
Or even this cow hoof?
When you’ve got Peep shoes?