Hi Fellow Bloggers!
This is just a short post as it's really past our bedtime and we have to get up early tomorrow. I overheard Scruffy and Mommy whispering about me getting "fixed" next week. The only thing that's broken on me is I want tummy spots so I can have a boyfriend. My mom says I'm too young to think about boydogs, but I guess I'm a teensy bit jealous of Asta. I think it's her tummy spots that makes boydogs like her. My brother Scruffy said that when I go to the vets that they will shave me and the world will see my tummy spots. If I have any. I don't understand why I just can't go to the groomers to find tummy spots. Maybe I should have been a WFT. Did any of you read the Sneetches by Dr. Seuss....they have spots on their tummy. Scruffy says I'm obsessed. Daddy says we're all weird and we have too much time on our paws. I hope Scruffy isn't pulling my paw about this fixing thing. He got fixed and he has lottsa spots; musta worked on him! We walked for the first time tonight on a double leash. It was lots easier for our mom so she didn't keep having to switch hands. She said she feels like a marionette puppeteer whatever that is. The huuman holding us is our big brother. He's wearing a Penn State hat. I don't think he's taken in off in 3 years at obedience college. It smells deeelissssh!!! Need to hit the crate.....lotsa lakie licks.....Lacie