Buttons Is Getting Ready, Too

I've shown you all the ways that Mom and I are getting ready for my new sister Buttons, but did you know that Buttons is getting ready for us, too? Today, she got a bath. I hate those things! Poor Buttons! Oh, wait a minute...I hope Mom doesn't plan on making ME take a bath before I meet HER!


And Buttons and Shawnee had to start packing their suitcase for their long drive, too! And with Buttons moving here, that meant even more stuff to pack.


Shawnee wrote about their trip on her blog. Check it out!

Call PETA

Somebody call PETA. This bath is NOT ethical treatment of ME.

Who cares if I rolled in pee-pee in the grass this morning?! I'd rather smell like that than this stupid vanilla shampoo!

Stupid Bath

Mom made me take yet another stupid freaking bath tonight. Ridiculous! I'm a DOGGIE. I'm supposed to be stinky. That's one of my jobs!

And here's another thing that I just don't understand... Why on earth does Mom use shampoo that smells like "vanilla" on me? I don't want to smell like that stuff. If you want me to actually like it, make shampoo that smells like chicken.

The Hunger Strike Ends

I ate the doggie food last night. I was starving, so I just broke down and did it. If Mom held out this long, then I doubt I'm gonna get more hamburger.

Bummer.

Mom made me take a bath last night, too. Totally not fair, either. I had to take a bath 'cause we needed to wash the greasy flea preventative stuff off of my back. Um...who do you think put that nasty stuff on me in the first place?! Seems to me that if she hadn't put it on me, then she wouldn't have had to give me a bath last night, either!

I did get back at her, though. When she got me out of the tub and put me on the bathroom floor, I managed to squeeze through a little crack in the bathroom door. She didn't even miss me for a second 'cause she was hanging up the towel. It was pretty funny when she came looking for me. I got my doggie bed all wet before she found me and made me go back to the bathroom so she could blow dry my fur.

Worst Day Ever!

Yesterday was terrible...just terrible!

Mom slept later than she should, so she didn't take me for a walk around the pond. Instead, we had to just take a short walk around the place we live. It was her fault for sleeping late, so why am I the one punished???

Then, she came home really, really early from work. I knew something was up, though, because she doesn't do that. Sure enough, I had an appointment at...THE GROOMER! I hate that place. It's just terrible! They make me take a bath and they make me sit under a dryer. Then I have to sit still while they give me my haircut. I really don't like going there.

I thought I was going to get out of the haircut itself because I saw Mom standing there when I was finished getting dry. I thought things were looking up. Nope. SHE LEFT! That's right...she freaking left me at the groomer all alone TWICE yesterday!

Then when we went home, she wouldn't let me walk much because she said she was in a hurry. She waited for me to take care of business and then she scooped me up and took me inside. I had no choice in the matter.

And then she left again!!! I know it wasn't a class night for her because she just had one the night before. So why on earth did she spend all evening someplace other than being home with me???

That's just not right. I'm pretty ticked at her now...

I Hate the Bath Tub

Would you believe that Mom made me take ANOTHER bath?! I really don't like getting all wet like that. She told me that I was stinky and that I needed to be clean because we were going to go see Grandma and Grandpa again tomorrow. I just don't understand that, though, because I got to be stinky when I was at their house back when Mom was sick. I think my Mom's just picky.

She even took pictures of me in the tub. How rude! I thought I was going to just have to climb out myself...

Stupid bath tub!

To Market, To Market

I feel really bad now for complaining about how boring Mom was. You know what she did today? She took me to the farmer's market!

I love going to the market because there are so many people there and there's so much stuff to sniff. I don't even know how many times today I heard, "Oh, what a cute doggie!" I know I'm cute, but it's always great to hear other people say that. I get lots and lots of extra petting there, too.

I got pretty tired, though, 'cause it was a lot of walking. And I had to be careful because there were a lot of people there. That's a lot of feet that I have to watch out for -- don't want to be stepped on!

But even with all of those feet, I still had a pretty cool day. I guess taking that bath last night was worth it since I got so much petting at the market!

Ain't NO Way I'm Taking a Bath

This doesn't make much sense to me...

Each month, Mom puts this nasty junk on my back. It stinks and it makes me all icky and greasy. She says I have to have it to keep the fleas away. You know what it is, though? It's a people repellent! She puts that junk on me and then tells people not to pet me when we go on walks. How rude!

Then, just to add insult to injury, a few days after she puts that junk on me, she makes me take a bath to get the stuff off! It's just absurd.

This is cruel and unusual punishment. So you know what? I'm breaking the cycle this time. I don't care if I've got the nasty stuff on me -- Mom's not going to give me a bath!

Shhhh! Don't tell her I'm hiding in the bedroom...

A Day of Beauty

Mom took me to the doggie spa this morning for a day of beauty. I got an absolutely adorable hair cut.

I don't really like going to the doggie spa, though. You know why? 'Cause I have to take a bath there! I hate taking baths. My ears aren't itchy and stinky anymore, so I guess that's good. It's rather embarrassing, though, when the people at the doggie spa trim the hair on my bottom and clean out my...um...glands back there. So very humiliating...

I'm even cuter than normal now, though, and Mom really likes it when I'm this adorable. I suppose I do get extra petting and scratching, too, when I don't stink.

But I still don't like to take baths...even at the spa.

Yet Another Stupid Bath

I was just starting to get a good doggie stink going when Mom made me take a stupid bath tonight. I hate water! The only good thing to do with it is to drink it. I really don't like getting wet. That bathtub is just terrible. I can't even see over the side of it.

And you know what's just as bad as the bath? The hairdryer! I really don't like that warm air blowing on my head. Mom can dry my back, but that's about it. She needs to just leave the rest alone.

When we're outside and there's a breeze, I like to stick my face right in it so that I can enjoy all of the new sniffs. Warm air like that doesn't have any good smells in it...just burnt smells. Yuck!