Scary haircut day

The other day Mom and Dad both came home for lunch, usually its just Mom. I got to lick Dad's toes and he played with me a bit. Then I was VERY excited because Mom said that I was coming with on a truck ride with them. I was so excited to see where they go every week day. I know it's a place called work. I bet that there's lots of fun stuff to do there. I was a little confused and disappointed when Dad got out of the truck by this big blue building and I couldn't go with. Then we stopped by this house and we went inside. There was lady there who talking to me but I really just wanted my Mom to hold me. Then she did something so horrible, she left me there. All by myself with the strange lady. The lady did all these horrible things to me like giving me a bath, clipping my nails and cutting my hair. All I wanted to do was go home and play with Milo, but I didn't know if my mom was ever going to come back. Then after a looooong time she finally shows up. I sniffed her face and went to stand by the door. I was ready to go home. She gave the lady some money (I know what that is because I ate a $10 bill once and Mom wasn't impressed) and then she thanked the lady. For what? torturing me? Then finally we picked up Dad at the blue building again and headed home. I have to admit I felt pretty good after my haircut. I ran and ran till Mom got a hold of me. She said she wanted to snuggle with me because I was so soft and smelt good. Sheesh Mom, let me play.

Where's my bedroom?!?

The other day at bedtime I went to where my bedroom usually is and it was gone. Mommy said that I could sleep on the bed like a big girl because someone special was borrowing my bedroom. I didn't know what she meant but I liked that idea. Sleeping is okay but I prefer to play, so early in the morning I thought I'd see if Mommy wanted to play with me...She didn't. So I played with Milo on Mommy's head. Then I thought I heard a noise so I thought that I should warn everybody...Mom didn't like that. Finally Mom got up but she wasn't very cheerful.

The next day Mom brought cousin Pumba's bedroom to our house. She said that I wasn't ready to sleep like a big girl and she needed to get some sleep so I could sleep in Pumba's bedroom for a while. I really was wondering who was using my bedroom but I guess I could sleep in Pumba's bedroom for awhile.

Well, the other day I found out who was using my bedroom. He's very tiny and I like to lick his head. He doesn't like me very much and Mommy won't let me play with him yet but he's very cute so I guess its okay that he's sleeping in my bedroom.

Vet trip...YIKES!

The weekend started off being a lot of fun, we played not once but twice with Baxter and Cooper (don't tell but I have a little crush on Cooper), uncle Cody flew out just to see us and we got to wrestle with cousin Pumba. It was going so good till Sunday night when Oscar disapeared. Mom looked everywhere for him. We had to go to sleep without him. I was worried, my wrestling buddy was missing. All day Monday we was gone, I wish he would have let me come with but then Mom would have cried even more. Then on Tuesday morning Oscar showed up all scratched up. He walks pretty funny right now and doesn't want to play much but that's okay at least he home. The big bully cat that beat him up is lucky my Mom keeps me inside, or else he'd be sorry. Grandma came on Tuesday morning to take Milo away. I didn't know where he went. Then Mom came home early, still no Milo. She took just me and we drove a very long time, at least it felt like a long time because I had to listen Mom's terrible music while we were driving. When the truck stopped I saw we were at the worst place ever...the vet. When we got inside we saw a tiny little beagle that was the size of my brother Riley's head. Then I got poked and proded and I didn't like it but when it was all over I have to admit it wasn't that bad. al of a sudden one of the the ladies went to the back and came out with Milo!

My new little brother!

Ten days ago Riley, me and mom went to Grandma & Grandpa's house and came back with a new little brother. By little I mean smaller since he's older than me. When Milo first showed up he was pretty stinky and didn't do much but sleep, I guess we might have scared him with all the barking and rough playing I did with my dad, but now he's starting to play with me and I tell you he's a tough little guy. I, of course, can still pin him to the floor but you know he's learning. He doesn't stink anymore either.