Usually when my mom takes me for a ride, it means a nice long walk along West Cliff Drive. I get to watch the surfers and meet other beach dogs along the way. Sometimes it means we run errands, and I get to ride in the shopping cart and greet other shoppers.
But today, I hopped in my car seat all ready to enjoy a morning out and to my dismay, Lynne dropped me off at the Dog Tub (*Oh, in case you didn't notice... my mom's name is Lynne, and that's what I call her when I'm mad*).
I probably don't need to explain where I was. With a name like: "The Dog Tub"... let's just say it's NOT my favorite place. Two hours later (after looking like a drowned rat), I was fluffed and puffed... or as the French would say, coiffed!
I must admit, I DO look pretty cute and boy, do I smell good!
When I got home, the kitchen was filled with the smells of Fall... pumpkin, cinnamon, nutmeg.
It smelled so good I actually settled into my "bad-dog" bed. Normally, the only time I lay there is when I'm sent there as punishment.
When I eventually joined my mom in the living room (yea, I can't stay mad long)... I found she'd been creating Christmas ornaments while I was gone... Can you tell what her sculptures will eventually be?
I know, but I'm not telling... you'll just have to wait and see!
... and while she was "playing", she washed ALL my toys so when I got home, I could play too!
Gotta go... Woof, woof.... It's PLAY TIME!!