Last weekend, Mommy and Daddy went to see a cubs again. I don’t know why they keep doing that. They took me to dog friend Donna’s house to stay overnight. The Molly was there too. Donna friend is really nice. She has little doggie friends too. Here they are:
Here is me and the Molly with Daddy, Donna friend, and the Donna dogs. Daddy’s head is cut off in the picture because he is tall and I’m just a little dog with no tail:
I found a purple boney toy in the bottom of the toy basket. I think the Molly didn’t like it cause it was all the way in the bottom under a scary, freaky, squeaky chicken. I guess she doesn’t like purple stuff. Or maybe that chicken scared her. It scares me!
My Mommy took the purple boney and did something to it, cause now there are treats inside and I can’t gets them out!
Have you seen Fail Blog? My daddy made this in their honor.
I thinks I was a bad puppy and I thinks the Molly was too because we got takens away to a scary place and water tortured. Mommy put me in my crate in the car and the Molly was in there somewhere too. At first, we went to a big cool place with lots and lots of Ty Puppy favorite toys, and I got all happy. Here is the place:
But then, something terrible happened. Instead of entering the big door into the wonderful magical puppy toy place, we went into a different door–a scary door–the groomer torture people door.
The mean groomer torture people made Mommy leave us there and then all kinds of bad things happened. They pushed my paws and cutted my puppy nails, just when I had ground them perfectly sharp. Then they dunked me in water and sprayed me all over with it, and put stinky stuff on me that got all soapy. They kept asking me what was wrong and if I could be a good puppy, but I isn’t no puppy spy and I had no information to give them for their torture! Or maybe I was being punished for stealing the Molly’s chewy bone or Mommy’s shoe? Either way, I gots so upset that I puked—twice! They were nicer to me after that, but then they still put me in a scary cage with a hot air blowing on me while they called my Mommy and allowed her to come pick me up. When she came for me I was so happy to see her! But then they made her pay moneys to take us home! I’m glad Mommy bailed us out!
They did give us kind of cool scarves though, and that torture stuff kind of made us smell good too. Maybe they felt bad for torturing innocent doggies and did that to repay us? Here is the Molly wearing her new scarf:
I gots a scarf too, but it is littler than the Molly’s:
I do kind of likes my scarf, but I hopes Mommy never takes me into that groomer door again!
P.S. The Molly actually seemed to like the torture! She was all happy about it. I think there is something wrong with my big sister. Or maybe she really is a doogie spy for the groomer people and turned me into them for stealing her chewy bone and Mommy’s shoe! I think she tricked Mommy into the whole thing! What do you think?
My daddy’s friend made this like they do on http://icanhascheezburger.com/.
I hopes I don’t smell like cheeseburger!