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Every smell is a good smell

Dog days

I don't know about the rest of you, but I could really use a break from all this heat and humidity. It cuts down on the amount of energy Akera and I have for romping outside.

Yesterday mom and dad spent some time in the garden, also known as "the place where I'm not allowed to pee." Later that evening mom was busy blanching broccoli for freezing and shredding zucchini for bread. I tried a piece of the broccoli that mom dropped on the floor. I didn't like it, so mom called over Akera who eats anything.

Speaking of eating anything. Akera got put on a diet by her doctor. She's not to happy and is trying to eat anything she can put in her mouth now. She did manage to lose all the weight prescribed by the doctor and now she's on "maintenence," whatever that is.

On another note, mom's belly keeps getting bigger. It's making it very hard to snuggle on the couch with her. I'm still not to sure about this baby thing, so I've been sticking extra close to mom.

Roses and posies

Akera and I found a new way to irritate mom. We roll in interesting smells (the smellier the better). Mom and dad had friends over on Sunday and while we were all outside Akera and I found this wonderful thing that smelled so cool. Mom gave us both baths afterward.

However, the next day, when mom let us outside to use the facilities, I found something else and brought that smell back to her. She was sooo happy. I even got spot bath out of it.

On another note, Akera had to sleep in her crate last night because she was all greasy from her Frontline application. I escaped that treatment because my fur was still wet from the spot bath. I think I'm getting Frontlined tonight though because mom said I was sleeping in my crate tonight. Darn.

Baby blues

A few weeks ago mom started acting all funny and was spending a lot of time in the bathroom. She even slept in there a couple of times. I don't mind when she does this because the bathroom floor is nice and cool.

On top of that she's been telling me "no" whenever I try to walk on top of her, especially when I get anywhere near her belly. In case you didn't know, mom hardly ever tells me no because I'm her baby...

Then a few days ago dad was telling mom that she wasn't going to be able to call me the baby anymore after the real baby came. REAL BABY? What's this? I didn't sign up for one of those squaking, squealing things that mom's friends bring over all the time. The only thing good about babies is that they grow up to be toddlers who drop food everywhere. Well, that and they smell good.