Daily Archives: 12/08/2017
Lord have mercy. Is it after Christmas yet my friends? Please tell me it’s soon – really soon – not soon enough for my liking. You see I can admit it. Don Juan’s powers are strong here. That evil little elf on the shelf needs to go back to where he came. I’m going to need therapy after all of his antics this year.
You see, this morning I went into the front room like I do every day. I was minding my own business, snorting and wobbling to the kitchen. I passed through the living room and saw Houdini. He barked. I snorted. You know to say hey to each other. That’s when I stopped in my piggy tracks.
Houdini was dressed up like an elf. WTP (What the pig!). I asked the little guy what happened. He said he thought he heard chattering last night in bed and this was how he woke up. Oh dear piggy heavens. You mean Don Juan sneaked into his bedroom and put this ridiculous outfit on him while he was sleeping?! Shivers – I may not be able to sleep myself alone now until after the elf goes back into hibernation for the season.
I admit it. This scares me. Houdini didn’t know what happened. Somehow he slept through it all? How is that? How can you sleep through being dressed?
Sometimes I have to admit that dad knows how to pick a shirt out for me. Barks with puppy laughter. On this shirt, I can say that we are two of a kind in agreement of our priorities from shopping. A pup can *never* have too many clothes. Dad got this one for me to add to my wardrobe. I needed something because tomorrow I’m finally going to my pet spa. And trust me, this pooch needs a spa day. I’ve spent the past couple of months pushing it. Mom/dad went off to Australia and then when they got back mom had surgery. I couldn’t leave mom during that time. I had to be here in case she needed me. You know, a dog’s work is never done. So last night, I text my groomer Kim and told her I was a hot mess and needed the works – bubble bath, massage, cut and some me time. I can’t wait to see her tomorrow. I wonder if she does hot stone treatments? Anyway, hopefully tomorrow night I will feel so much better. Hope ya’ll have a great weekend as well. Now I leave you with dad. Of course my apologies up front. He’s getting ready for the fat man coming at the end of the month.