I have been eagerly checking out everypup's blog hoping for an update on the DWB's chat but I guess all of you are either 1) still chatting away or 2) too tired to update your blog. That meanie Mom of mine, she left me alone at home (which was what she did on Saturday) and went for her own BBQ entertainment. My grandfolks were having a BBQ session at their place and invited my hoomans over. In fact, they also *invited* me but my hoomans decided that it was better that I stay at home in case I ended up being a BBQ hotdog. My corgi cousin (who lives with my grandfolks) was not invited to the BBQ either. I heard that they put her outside & away from where the BBQ action was going on. Man, that really suxs. *I digress* And so I ended up all alone at home, so sad & lonely. You know what? The hoomans lost track of time and came back so late to FEED me dinner. I was really upset with them and decided to ignore them after I finished my dinner. Yes, I went back into my den and refused to play with Mom. HA - that should teach her a lesson.
I didn't get to go to the SKC (Singapore Kennel's Club) Dog show either and Mom felt bad (yes - about Sat's BBQ). She decided to bring me for a walk to get my manicure done. Hmm, I thought ok so she decides to bring me out - I get to kill two birds with one stone. I get a nice long walk and nice pwetty nails. But no, my mom decided (of all days may I add) to put on a collar to walk me instead of my usual harnass. She carried me downstairs and put me down for my walk. I refused to walk and struggled like a wild horse (bucking away crazily - according to Mom). Then, I sat down and stared at the ground. Yeah, to add to the drama (yeah - there were hoomans staring at me already by that time), I decided to make those pukey noises as if I was choking very badly to show my unhappiness. Mom gave up and carried me home so that we could get my harnass on.
So here we go again, out of the house and back to where we first started earlier for our walk. She set me down on the ground and I started walking happily. :) hahahaha I do not mind having a collar on, as long as it's for decorative purposes but when it comes to walking, I need my harnass. Mom, do you get that? If you still don't get it, I'll be happy to show you once again how much I hate walking with a collar on. Will update more on my visit to the groomers!!
Getting a nice tan with Mr Brown Bear.
I'm trying to look serious for the camera.
Can you tell me what's wrong with these 2 pictures? :)
5 comments:
AHAHAHA!!! Way to go, Luckie! You showed your mom! That'll teach her to treat you like that... disgraceful.
I don't know what's wrong with the pictures, other than Mr. Brown Bear still looks a little rotund and needs to have some of his stomach removed....
Oh wow you really killed that bear! Or at least made him so she can't scratch an itch! Mreheh.
I went to a BBQ last year but I don't think the woman wants to take me to one again. I herded seven kids into a pile and wouldn't let them move. Everybody laughed, but then I took down a table. Hey, I'm a Collie! I'm supposed to herd right?
Anyways, next time she goes to a BBQ, chew something that means a lot to her. Like a table leg. That should give her the message.
Those must be old photos. Mr Brown Bear has both his legs.
Sasha hates being walked without a harness, too. She won't refuse to go, but she'll make it very difficult for Mom to control her and she makes the choking noises.
Kaos
OMdoG! You gnawed off Mr.Brown's hands! Must have hurt... But I love to murder my soft friends too. Hehehe!
Love licks,
Solid Gold Dancer
The bear's head is still on. Oh, I managed to yank stuff out of my cow's armpit.
Try that spot!!! =P
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