Last night, mistress trimmed my paw-fur because it started getting long again. Good greifers, my fur is growing as fast as the grass right now! (Our grass is growing really fast because we're getting a lot of rain.) This afternoon, mistress brushed me so I would look spiffy for the Independence Day parade tomorrow. And of course I will also be wearing my handsome harness and a nice red bandana to the parade. Cookie went last year, so that's why I'm going this year. Mistress would like to bring both of us, but ah that's a long time to stand still when me and Cookie like to tease/annoy each other if you know what I mean. Oh yeah, mistress fed me too. Which is NOT unusual, so don't be alarmed. Mistress will finish her computer time (when I'm done with this blog) and then she will play with me and spend time with Cookie.
Oh, BTW, here's a picture of me after being brushed:
I don't like being brushed (as you can see from my expression), but I DO like looking handsome. It makes people pet you more.
This is a picture from last night:
See me smiling? That's me resting after a satisfying and FUN playtime. You can tell that I love it. Mistress says that the most endearing moment last night (and probably during all the time that she has had me) when when I was searching for my toy after she threw it.
Mistress will describe it:
I threw Treader's toy all the way across the room. He was a bit winded because he had been playing a while, but he leaped off the bed, and searched for his toy. He had the sweetest, most satisfied expression on his face. (Just, or at least almost, like the one in the above picture.) He jumped up onto a chair, on the other side of the room, as if to try to get a bird's eye view of his toy. He sat there for a few seconds, looking around for his toy, and looking at me with eyes full of love, fun, and satisfaction. His was also panting, which made him look even more satisfied and smiling. That one moment was, to me, the most endearing moment of all the moments that that Treader and I have shared together. Then, Treader jumped down, looked for his toy for a few more seconds. When he couldn't find it, he tiredly jumped back into the bed and laid down.
That's enough mistress. I guess that's all (for now), Treader/Cookie fans!
This post is a little bit hard for me to write because we are saying a
good bye, of a sort. After lots and lots of soul searching, my Mommeh and
Harley an...
11 years ago
1 comment:
Dude! I lucky doggies get to stay inside?!? BOL I wish my grandma was that nice to my momma. She says dogs "belong outside". GRR.
OK, rant over. BOL
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