In the Dog House - Dozer

I was feeling quite a bit frisky t his morning  because Mum let me sleep on the bed with her and Cooper. It was heavenly. I laid right next to her all night and listened to Coop snore like a train. That boy needs some nose surgery or something. I am sure they heard him in the next county.

So while Mum was in the shower, I grabbed one of Dad's shoes and did the whirly dance with it. Apparently that is a big "No-No". I determined this by the high pitched whine eminating from Mum's vocal cords.

I was sent back to solitary for chewing on Dad's shoe. I didn't actually chew on it, just a lot of slobber. Did Mum ever pause long enough to think perhaps I was washing Dad's shoe? No...just assumes the worse. Sheesh!

They Shouldn't Have - Dozer

Look, I'm at the inauguration! Yes, I am the handsome one by Michelle (she told me to use her first name). Her brother, Craig (again, we're on a first name basis), brought me with him. He is the basketball coach for Oregon State University so we thought we would carpool. They were so nice to insist that I sit right up front for the oath - really, I would have been fine inside with the party sandwiches - and the view was great.I told Mum if she had bought new shoes (like these Corgi Keds!), I would have brought her with me but she didn't, so I didn't. This was a grown-up affair and Mum needed to look her best - but she said $60.00 for a pair of tennis shoes wasn't happening on her watch. What her watch has to do with new shoes is beyond me but so be it.

Mum says I have rounded the corner on insanity and I have taken a deep dive into the pool of no return. I think not. And Mum wouldn't know if I went to the inauguration 'cause she goes to work and I can do anything I want when she is gone. And Cooper lies. A lot.