What A Week

November 20th, 2009

My mom has been hogging the computer writing her book for that NANO contest I had mentioned before so this has been the first chance I have gotten to write to you. I went to Pawsh Dog Boutique on Wednesday and got a haircut, bath, the whole works. I love them there and all my friends are always there also. This time I did get a little frustrated when they kept trying to trim my beard and clean up my face. My mom and roommate always try to do the same thing to me and I get so mad. How would they like me scratching at their face because I didn’t like the way something looked? Anyways, I came out looking very handsome and my mom was pleased as always! She had left with out me knowing so when she came to pick me up I got so excited and ran into her arms and once again scratched her by accident. I licked her all over her face to make up for it.

Thursday I started not feeling so hot so today my mom took me to the vet. I was nervous at first that they were going to do what they did last time to me. I also did not want to go home with a cone on my head. Last time my mom had left me so I decided I would make her stay with me for the whole appointment so I would be safe.

Luckily she came into the exam room with me and all was going smoothly. I was being calm and letting the doctors check me out but then my mom left. I yelped and cried. Finally I just gave in. Whatever was going to happen was going to happen and I had no say in it.

They did one quick thing (it’s embarassing so I’m not going to share sorry guys) and then led me into the lobby where I saw my mom waiting for me. I jumped from the lady who was carrying me and ran to my mom. I felt a huge wave of relief come over me. She had waited for me and we were going home! The doctor decided to put me on some new dry food and gave my mom a rather large bag of it to take home.

I felt bad for my mom because we had to walk all the way home and she had to carry the huge bag. I kept getting tired and jumping at my moms legs so she would pick me up and carry me. She was struggling but so was I. We compromised and took breaks sitting on the park benches when I needed to rest. I curled in her lap and we sat on the bench together. The whole time I dreaded hearing her say, “Okay let’s go” and putting me back on the ground to walk.

We are home now and my mom is tired and bugging me to get off the computer because she needs to get a certain number of words in for her story. I don’t know what she is talking about but I am not sleepy. My roommate worked super late and is now doing work in her bedroom so there is not much for me to do.

Hmmm… I am sure I will find some trouble to get into! Any suggestions?

xoxo

City Living Puppy