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



