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. And joy.
Why? Because the Peepstress hasn’t been able to keep up with my messiness and we’re going on our Howliday trip tomorrow.
Gotta look good for our trip.
So come back and go on our journey with us.
Angel Stuart told me to blog about it.
Can’t wait. Maybe I’ll stay in the car all night so they won’t forget me.
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 way, The Peepstress’s feet are mine. Not yours. Don’t go after them again.
Friends, you’re so kind to think of Edgar and his peeps. He’s over the bridge. It means a lot when you hold people close during a time of grief. I blogged about him last time.
I’m finding myself sad lately about this thing called the “bridge” because I’m usually a low key kind of guy. Even happy most of the time. What do I have to complain about? Nothing.
A friend of the retriever variety just learned she’s got a problem. With melanoma.
What can I say? What can I do? I know melanoma doesn’t have a happy ending for the most part.
It’s sad. Thank you for caring.