Woof! Is it hot outside or what?!

It is sooooo hot here. I mean hot. Like, melt my nylabones hot. I start panting about 2 minutes after I go outside. And Mom won't let us stay outside for more than 5-10 minutes. I can't even play in my pool because the water gets warm. How much of a bummer is that? I can't wait until it's cooler outside and I can play at the dog park with all of my friends again. The dog days of summer are no fun for a frenchie!

You're gonna do WHAT?

Mom took Harvey to the vet today and when they got home, Harvey said that Mom made an appointment for me to get spayed. WHAT?!? They're gonna take my girl parts?! Doesn't that hurt?! I don't think I like the sound of that. Mom says it's for my own good. Isn't that what all moms say when you have to do something that's not so fun? She says that it will reduce my chances for cancer and it's the responsible thing to do. Like I know what responsibilities are. I'm a puppy! Maybe if I give Dad my cute face he'll say I don't have to do it. Yeah. I'll try that.

Ooooooow. My belly...

I learned a valuable lesson today. Do not eat compost. Mom was working in the garden. Harvey tells me when it's done, it will have these things called flowers that we can pee on and tear up. Mom was mixing compost in the soil and it smelled kinda good, so I had a little nibble. It was pretty good - had a nice bouquet and an earthy finish.

But a few hours later I'm paying the price. I have the worst gas ever! And that's saying something because us Frenchies are known for our talents in that department.

Fortunately, it's organic mushroom compost and doesn't have any manure in it. Can you imagine the stench if it did?! Yikes! I hope I don't get in trouble because Mom doesn't know I ate any. Actually I think she knows now. That last toot smelled a lot like mushrooms...

Saturday night with my sibs

Aaaahhhhh. Another Saturday night in front of the fire. Mom and Dad lit a fire for me and Harvey to snuggle in front of. My brother Harvey is the coolest dog ever. He is teaching me all sorts of things to do. Mom isn't too thrilled with some of them, but hey, it's a dog's life. I know how to sneak socks out of the laundry and hide them all over the house. I also know how to pull the stuffing out of toys and carry it everywhere. Mom says all sorts of neat words when we do that!

I watched the Westminster Kennel Club shows with Mom this week. Those are some pretty doggies! I thought Wishbone, who won the Frenchie best of breed, was so handsome. He's a blond like me! I asked Mom if I could get a poster of him to put on the wall of my crate. Nothing so far...