Wednesday, September 17, 2014

Yet Another Bath

Mom did it again. Yep. Yet another bath. Hrmph.

Tomorrow (Sept. 18) is my birthday. I'm gonna be 14 years old. You would THINK that Mom would cut me some slack with the medicated baths, especially since this is a special week...

Nope. No such luck.


Trust me when I say that I did not go into the tub willingly.

At least Mom refilled the toy box in the bathroom. That provided some distraction during blow-drying. (See Mom's orange hair dryer?)


Had to go back to the toy box to liberate another toy.


More plucking.


After Mom opened the gate and let me out of the bathroom, I'm happy to report that I successfully saved all three of those squeakies from the bathroom.


And that's why Mom has to refill the toy box in the bathroom. I try to save all of the toys from horrible baths.
   

Friday, September 12, 2014

Photo Session

This spring, I participated in the Mutt Strut and raised money for my local animal shelter. My friends were so very generous this year, and I ended up raising a whopping $783 for the shelter! Thanks again to everyone who donated...big, big thanks!

Since I raised so much, I won a photo session with a pet photographer. That was pretty cool. Mom went with me and we took our neighbor (my favorite person), too.

The pictures I posted on Wednesday after my vet appointment were sort of sad pics, so I thought this would be a good time to share my photo session pics.  Enjoy!



I should have been a super model...




Here's Mom and our neighbor and me!



She is, by far, the best neighbor ever. She keeps treats on hand in different sizes for all of the dogs in the neighborhood. And she has special doggie beds and bully sticks and toys at her house JUST for ME!


It was a hot day, so I started panting in some of the pics.


Scritches on my head!


You can't tell, but I made a break for it after this pic and Mom had to chase me down. *evil snickers*


You'll note that Mom made me wear pink bows...


But at least she gave me some good belly rubs!

 

Wednesday, September 10, 2014

Disgruntled Pup

I'm not a happy Buttons tonight. Not one bit.


Mom took me to the vet this afternoon. That's right, my friends. The VET.

The vet gave me a rabies shot in my rump. Yep -- right in my rump. Then she messed with my scabby spots (from my allergies) and messed with my ears.

If that wasn't bad enough, Mom had the nerve to tell the vet that I'd been having some issues with my hiney and the vet did an exam back there. It was NOT fun. How embarrassing!!!


According to the vet, I've got an ear infection (again), and my hiney glands are infected, too. The vet gave Mom ointment for my ear and put some ointment IN my...um...glands. (I do not recommend that procedure...)

 
It was a tough afternoon. I'm making Mom go to bed early tonight.
   

Sunday, September 7, 2014

Another Stand-Off

On our walk tonight, I decided that we were going to go visit our neighbor.


She lives right over there.


So I decided to go visit, but sadly, that's as close as I got to her house. I stood there and stood there and stood there. Mom rudely refused to let me go visit because she "claimed" she had laundry and dishes to do.

I think maybe she knows that our neighbor is my favorite person...
   

Monday, September 1, 2014

Ongoing Battles

One morning late last week, Mom put her clean work shirt on the bed and went off to brush her teeth. I couldn't pass that up that wonderful opportunity.


White dog + clean black shirt = pure ornery brilliance.

Unfortunately, Mom retaliated with this...


Yes, my friends, she made me take another bath. She claimed that I had poo on my hiney and that I needed that medicated shampoo for my scabby allergy spots. Personally, however, I feel this was purely an act of vengeance on her part.

Call PETA. Baths are inhumane.
   

Tuesday, June 24, 2014

Retaliation

Mom destroyed my underground lair. All the hours I spend shredding paper under there...gone.

So, in retaliation, I shredded a potty pad.


Don't worry. It's not like I use those to take care of my business. In fact, Mom just puts them out in places where I have sometimes have accidents if my tummy's upset. She calls it "preventative." I call it "shreddable."
 

Retaliation makes me sleepy...
 

Thursday, May 15, 2014

My Underground Lair

I was minding my own business, snoozing on the big bed, when Mom suddenly interrupted me and wrecked havoc on my entire world.

Seriously.


You see, for a couple of years now, I've spent my nights perfecting my underground lair. (That's what I like to call the area under Mom's bed.)

While Mom was sleeping, I moved her boxes around...hid toys under there...shredded papers...stole Mom's socks...etc. And until now, Mom just left me alone. I was allowed to...um..."decorate" my space however I liked.

Until this dreadful day.

Mom announced that something smelled under the bed and it was time to see what I had been up to under there. She got the surprise of her life when she moved the mattress and lifted up the box springs.


She got a good view of my handiwork. I'd sure been busy under there.


I surveyed my work. Looks a little different with light. I'm usually working in the dark under there.


Yep. That's my stuff.


So Mom took an hour or two and cleaned out my decor. (How rude!) In among all of the shredded papers and magazines she found:

  • 82 dog toys
  • 1 dog toy carcass
  • 1 random toy squeaker
  • 1 toy ear
  • 1 toy leg
  • a dozen or more of her socks
  • 1 of her shirts

There was an old spot on the carpet, too, so Mom used cleaner on that and then used a fan to dry it.


Worst part is that Mom never could find anything that actually smelled. She destroyed my mess and never found anything stinky!

Guess I'm going to have to start decorating all over again.