Wednesday, April 26, 2006
I am over a year old and my mom finally decided it was time for a haircut! It is very short, I am looking a little like a Jack Russel with fluffy ears. It's short. But boy does it feel good. As you know, it gets hot here (not that my pampered behind is forces to sit outsire- ever) but on long walks it tends to make me pant like a, well, a dog. She also let them trim my tail even. It is now just a little stub. Mom says she likes it because she doesn't have to sweep EVERY day now, and the less work she has to do the better. I did however just cause my family a bit of stress. I had my monthly dose of flea meds and later in the evening I snuggled with mom on the couch. Little did she know that my neck was still wet and the meds ate through a layer on the leather couch!!!! Dad had to leave the room he was so mad, but he didn't yell at me and make me go to bed, which was very considerate of him. The leather guy says we have a case with the medicine company, so we'll see. Meantime, I have to steer clear of the couches for a while. It sure is going to be hard not to hop into my favorite spot to watch my friends go by.