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.

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!