Tuesdays With Tag - Is It Festivus Yet?...

Hi, Everybody!

I'm just askin', 'cuz I've got some grievances to air!

Let's start with Thanksgivin'...

Mom and Dad went to #1 Son's house and left me here at home with Boo and The Kid. Not my idea of a good time, especially since I smelled good food goin' out the door, and they smelled even better when they got home. In between, I slept almost the whole time in my kennel. 

The girls were not great entertainment either. When they weren't sleepin', they were tryin' to play with each other through their kennel wires. When they were sleepin', they made lots of woofies and yelps in their dreams. Whoopee.

Then, the day after Thanksgivin'... 

Okay. I admit I've been lookin' a little frowsy lately, but could they give a guy a break? Nooooooo. Instead, I got taken outside, plopped on a rug-topped table on the porch, and brushed to within an inch of my life, I tell ya! 

Brush, brush, brush. Pull my hair with a comb, and then brush, brush, brush some more. Mom even trimmed all the fur on my feet, so now I look like a puppy. Mom said now that I'm brushed, she can see my svelt peanut shape, too. She looks down at me and says that I'm supposed to be shaped like a peanut if my weight is good. I guess I made the grade. Either way, you know how I feel about lookin' rugged and blurry. I much prefer it to this dandy look. All I need is a little Brylcreem to slick my fur down. Sing it with me!

"Brylcreem. A little dab'll do ya.

Brylcreem. Ya look so debonnaire.

Brylcreem. The gals'll all pursue ya!

They'll love to get their fingers in your hair."

Here's an old video commercial, just in case you're too young to know about Brylcreem. lol

Direct link to Brylcreem Ad video HEREHope this made you laugh!
Last of all...Bella was spayed two years ago, but she's still havin' "episodes" about every six months, so Dad took her to a canine reproduction specialist vet who's runnin' some tests on her. They're not nearly as much fun as retrievin' tests, but they need to get done anyway. We'll find out pretty soon what that's all about.
In the meantime, she's been real surly around me. Imagine that? Me! All I have to do is walk within a couple feet of her when she's on the couch, and Mom has to grab her collar. She goes all Kujo, tryin' to rip my face off. We think she's got some kind of PMS, but I'm not gonna ask her. Nosiree. You know what happens to the ladies when a guy suggests her crummy attitude might be because she's got PMS. I'm leavin' that alone and waitin' on the doctor with Mom and Dad.
It's only happened a couple times - thank goodness - but even so, she gets solitary confinement for an hour to cool her off. Mom and Dad are a little concerned, to say the least. It's so unlike her to act that way. We should get some answers this week, and Mom or I will let you know what we find out.
That's how my holiday weekend went. Pfffffffttttt! I'm gonna have a long chat with Mom. I'm expectin' somethin' a lot more interestin' at Christmas time. I need all kinds of people around me, a snack or two - even if it's just 'cuz someone dropped somethin' good on the floor, and a couple presents would be nice. I'm keepin' my paws crossed. 
You might give her a hint or two if you've got any good ideas! I'd really appreciate that.Grievances Aired. I think I'll go look for a snack now.

I'll see you again in seven. 'til then... 

"Been There, Chewed That!"