A Word From The Dog

Her:  Surprise!  It's Spa Day!!

Me:  Wait.  I'm still half asleep.  Can't. Won't. Shouldn't.  What's that you say?  A ride in the Buick?  Well, okay then.

FOUR HOURS LATER

Her: Gracie!  You look lovely! But I think you have some water droplets on your nose.  Let me get that for you....

Me:  Don't touch the bling, woman.  Stay away from the bling.  

"I feel pretty...  oh so pretty... "

"Samson, how do you like me now?"

Thoughtful Thursday and Jimmy-Legs

Tuesday was spa day.  Spa day is always ruffffffff  for me since standing too long gives me jimmy-legs (legs that shake in case you have never watched Sienfeld)

Wednesday dad took me to camp and we went for a walk and I was tired and hot and spent from the previous day which was spa day and jimmy-leg day.

Now I rest.  

Traitor

So I've gotten a little on the shaggy side lately, but Dad likes me that way.  

I've gotten a tad bit on the smelly side as well (according to the nag aka Mom)

  I do not concur.  

Today, a surprise ride in the Buick aka Elantra sent me into a happy dance.

  

"Really Mom!  I get to go for a ride in the Buick??  C'mon!  Hurry!  Let's go!"

Mom and I rode around and we bonded.  We laughed, and shook, and slobbered on the windows...  

And then things got serious.

"You wanna go see Kevin?" she said.

  

"Yea!  Yea!  You bet I do!!"  I said.

"...And get groomed"  she added.

Whoooaahhh....  wait a minute.  

U Turn pleassseee!

But I was harnessed and leashed and in her total control. 

The rest is history.

I came home looking like a

 ***gasp***  

Poodle

!!!!!

And smelling like a french hoar poodle!

Benedict Arnold Mom thinks I look adorable and smell beautiful.  I'm pretty sure she's just trying to kiss up cause she needs someone to play Wally with.  

Before and After

The Shaggy Dog / The Rat Dog

Dear Diary,  

The morning of my grooming (yesterday), Mom felt as though she should have a photo shoot.  She said my cuteness was about to disappear.

She said I'd look like a Poodle after my grooming...

Or a Rat...

Me, in the car on my way to get my make-over

There I am

 I was happy to be riding in the Buick.  Every time the car made a turn onto another road, I went crazy with excitement.  Then I accidentally pushed the window button and mom freaked.  'Gracie, you'll get your head stuck in there!' she screamed.  

She worries too much.

I was just fine.  She needs to get a grip.

I laugh at her ranting mostly...

But I guess she got the last laugh.

 I do look like a rat.  Gracie.