Hello Sweet Sebbie, :rose:
I haven't had shredded wheat in a L O N G time! So you actually Like getting groomed? Not me!! :no:No Sireeee! Not one bit. I beat feet from Mama when I see her pick up that brush. :runningrabbit::run: Mama tells me that I have to get groomed. Two days ago or so, Mom realized that I had some thick matts on my tail. She tried cutting them out, but unfortunately, she slipped and nicked my tail. Next thing I know, she takes me to this place where they had a cold hard table and people making all kinds of a fuss over how beautiful I am. (I thought of you because you were the very first one outside of my mom that told me I was beautiful.) Anyway, the one person mom kept callin Doc then tried to take out another matt and she nicked me!
Talk about adding insult to injury! Humans! :foreheadsmack:
Now it seems like every 5 minutes, well, maybe it's just twice a day, I can't keep it straight, Mom picks me up and puts some kind of a hard tube in my mouth and then I get a squirt of this disgusting tasting liquid. Nasty! It's not much, but it's gross. I'm starting to run less from her when she comes at me with that thing because after it's over, Mom gives me a really tasty treat to get rid of that horrible taste in my mouth. I don't know how long I have to go through this, but I can't wait until it's over. Seems to me that they're all making a bigger deal out of it than it needs to be. I feel fine. Mom gets upset when she looks at my tail. She's spoiling me even more than usual now. I wish she wouldn't make such a fuss, but you know how Mom's are. She keeps telling me that she's sorry and telling me how proud she is of me and how she loves me so much, so that part of it is kinda cool.
Pipp and SLG, I sure have been giving the boyfriend (bf)a hard time. Yesterday, when Mom was in the other room, I decided that it was time to mess with him. The little garbage can under the coffee table was sitting up. I hate that! It's not right unless it's knocked over. I don't know why I'm the one that has to always fix it, but I am. Anyway, I went over and knocked it over. The bf picked it up and put it back the way it was and told me not to do that. Well, who does he think he is? It's My House and I'll do whatever I want! There were some plastic cases on the floor, they were stacked up, so I pushed the top one and it slid off. The bf put it back. (What a pain in the neck he is! He obviously doesn't know how to decorate or make things look good.) So after he put it back, I bit the bottom one and lifted it up with my head and the three containers slid off of each other. :wink: He told me to stop it again.
I heard Mom coming back in the room, so I knocked the garbage can over again - right at his feet and then ran over and chilled out under the rocking chair. The bf told my Mom when she came out that I was bein bad and told her what I had done, but Mom didn't believe him. She said, "Look at how sweet she is sitting there. She hasn't moved in a while!" :brat:to him for trying to get me in trouble! I think I'm winning.
Wow! I see a spot in the sun. Think I'll go bask for a while. Have a great day, Honey. I love you from here to the moon and back.
Love, Love, Love,
Cali Flower:hug::kiss: