...on MY hands today. And she even gently massaged it into my little paw pads, too. Ohhhhh, it smells so good, and it doesn't taste bad either. I feel like such a "lady". Mom gets her nails done every four weeks. She says it used to be a relaxing quiet time for her until I came along. She actually thought that she might get Sonia to "babysit" today, but there was just too much to do, so I got to ride along. I always stay in my car seat and I'm so very good about it, too. Usually, I talk a lot, but today I did just a little. I'm getting older and more mature, you know.
I was talking to Mom and Cathleen while Mom was getting her pedicure and I guess I finally said something that sounded like "wah wah", so Miss Cathleen got me a huge bowl of water and I tell YOUUUUU...I just about drank the whole thing. Of course, that meant I needed a walking about a 1/2 hour later and Miss Cathleen, who is everly so nice to me, took me for a really nice one. She lets me smell stuff that Mom rushes me by. I do very much like to take my time sniffing, and enjoy every minute of it when I'm so lucky to do it.
We're there about an hour and a half, and then Miss Cathleen picks me up, car seat and all, and buckles me back into our car when it's time to leave. I don't like to brag, but I was very VERY good all day long. As a reward, Mom took me to puppy school and I got to see all my friends.
Jake, who is getting absolutely huge, gets his "little surgery" tomorrow, so I probably won't see him for a while. Peaches, Java, Mia, Lily, Bentley and some new kids were there. I tried to take care of the little ones - Bailie (a little Beagle) and ..oh gosh, I'm getting as bad as Mom....another little Beagle. Also, Little Bear was in a funk, so I played with him too. He got his feelings hurt earlier and wouldn't come out from under the chairs.
I absolutely HAVE to tell you. I really like drinking out of water bottles. Tonight, we were sitting on the big leather chair and I sat up straight and grabbed Mom's bottle with my "hands" and tried to drink. She laughed at my efforts, and then held it for me. I don't know why it tastes ever so much better from a bottle, but it really does. Honest!
OK...that's it for today. Sorry, Grandma, sometimes it's just like that and nothing happens that is terribly newsworthy. Mom is getting a bit tougher on me. She says that I have to have consquences if I disobey her. Roughly translated, that means either a swat on the behind or being relegated to my bed for a time-out. She says "No more Mrs. Nice Guy", whatever that's supposed to mean. I think it has something to do with me flipping my water bowl and scattering my kibbles all over the floor every day no matter what, and I think maybe she's tired of picking up after me. She's also not to happy that I can open her closet door and pull her underwear out of the laundry pile.
G'night, everybody!!
Mary-Margaret
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