Here I thought that getting near the jaws of death meant the remainder of my days would be spent like there is no tomorrow. I’ve learned I can now completely ignore anyone’s demands (like “come”, “stay”, “sit”, etc. – humans are so simplistic) and nothing bad happens anymore.
I’ve been practicing making whale sounds (think Dory from Finding Nemo), and it works. After a few moans, I get taken out, even if all I do is sniff stuff.
I know my parents want my stress level to be as low as possible. They know how much I hate getting a b**h, so I thought my temporary stay of bathecution was still valid. Wrong:
Mom did the deed all by herself. Can you tell I’m giving her the evil eye?
Well, I gotta admit – I clean up good:
I’m ready to enter the Westminster Dog Show. What’s that? You think I can’t enter because I’m a cross-breed, and the only paper I have is a receipt from the Archer Puppies store? Well, I’m going to enter Westminster in the “World’s Best Dog” category, and it’s a shoo-in for me.
Now I just have to figure out how to get there. Mom won’t drive past Olean, so I’ve got to think of another way.
I hope all of you cleaned up good today. I love you!