Why don't the kitties like me???

*sniff*

I don't get it. Why don't Jabba and Shiloh like me? I wuvvvvv them! And I show them all the time how much I like them. I wag my tail and yip, and nip at their ears, and run allllll around....I try and lay on them....just like I do with the other doggies at the dog park...well, Jabba and Shiloh ARE kitties, but really, how different can kitties and doggies be?? Mommy loves us all....

I get soooo sad....I just wanna play....but they won't. Mommy said maybe I need a little yorkie brother, but daddy just started laaughing and laughing.....wonder why?

A bow?! Surely, you jest.

well, I didn't get a chance to find out what that playdate thingy was. But, I did get to go to the DOGPARK!!!!! I love the dog park. I was running and playing and wagging my tail....and oh oh oh I didn't have to wear a leash.....it was heaven. So many doggies, so much fun! And then, it was time to go home. I was a little sad, but I wuv sitting on my blankie on the way home. I was going to go home and play with my furbrothers...the cats!

But, we didn't go home. We went. To. The. Groomers. Really, I was not very happy about this turn of events. And as if it wasn't bad enough that I had to get a bath, and my nails trimmed, and my ears cleaned....they put. A. Bow. In. My. Hair. A bow. On top of my head. Apparently, yorkies are supposed to have a bow in their hair. I would like to see this in writing for myself. I was not happy with mommy. I wanted the bow out! But, I couldnt reach it. When we got home, I figured that either my skin-sister or skin-brother would take it out for me. They love me. Right?! But nooooooooooo, they just went awwwwwww, and gave me treats. I mean, don't get me wrong, treats are great. But, there was a bow in my hair. What if someone saw me! And then, the worst happened. Mommy got the camera out. And, she put one of the pictures up on my page! Hey, does anyone here have a opposable thumb? So, you can help me take it off? It's embarrassing!

Daddy finally helped me. When he put me to bed, he took that silly bow out. Ahhhhhh, my head feels sooooooo much better.

Playdate?!?!

Pssstttt!! Hey over here! Um, I think I need help.... anybody know what a "playdate" is? I'm kinda nervous. Mommy says that I might be going on one and is saying it in the happy fun voice....but the LAST time she was using the happy fun voice, we went to the vet and he did the baaaad baaaad thing to me. Although, it was really weird, Daddy is always really nice to me, but that day, he was super nice to me! He said something about how mommy tried to neuter him too, but he was big enough to fight back. Then he gave me some bacon! Wow, have you ever had bacon? It is sooooooooooo good. OMG. So. Good. I went nuts for it. And hopped and hopped trying to get daddy to give me more! But Mommy said not to cause it wasn't good for me, and then Daddy asked why she fed it to him. I just wanted more bacon. Maybe I can get some bacon soon.....

Oh wait! Sorry. I was asking about playdates! What *are* these things? It doesn't have the word "vet" or "bath" or "park" near it....but it does have "car". "Car" can be good or bad. So I don't know what to think! Do I hide when mommy says we are going to go? And what if she uses the happy fun voice? I get all excited and jumpy and happy when she uses that voice and I forget that I don't want to go in the car. She tricks me! Silly Mommy!

Awwww.....Mommy is saying it is time for bed. **Yawn** But, I'm NOT sleepy. **Yawn** Well, maybe a wittle. ...... Sweet Dreams everyone!

I just heard the worst news!

Oh no! Mommy was just talking, and I heard her say that we are going to the vet on Monday to get my stitches out. That really isn't the problem, the vet isn't so bad, they give me yummy treats when I am good, and all the ladies there love me, AND I get to ride in the car. I used to hate the car, but now I love it cause sometimes we go to the dog park when we go in the car. I never throw up anymore and that makes Mommy really happy.

But here is the bad news! Mommy said after my stitches come out, I am going to get a bath! I HATE getting a bath : ( I hate it almost as much as getting my face brushed and toenails cut. It was sooooo nice, I went 10 whole days without a bath! Mommy says I look like a homeless puppy, but I don't care. I just don't want a bath. Mommy goes on and on when I take one, about how pretty I am, and how good I smell, how nice my coat looks......but I really don't care. I would rather be dirty. Mommy said the word bath today, and I hid under a chair. I don't care if she gives me treats after.

Listen, if anyone here knows how to stop making her give me baths. Let me know. Pleeeaasseeee!!!! Or if you want to take my bath for me....that would be great too! Mommy gives out some yummy treats after!