Hi Friends –
Last week was a rather interesting week. It wasn’t really too far out of the normal stuff but there were some real tail waggery and ear scratchers, so I thought I’d share a few of them with you.
I have to start by telling you that I really can’t call the cats “basement monsters” anymore. (Except for maybe Pixie Kitteh; I can still get her to run from me). One of the things I’ve wanted ever since I moved in was to be friends with them. The problem I’ve found is that we really don’t speak the same language. Dad said my play-bow looks like attack position and when I try to run and play, they run and hide (and not the seek kind). So far, Lucy tolerates me on the couch with her as long as she is sits-ing with Dad, otherwise she is a grouchy old lady who is plain angry that I even exist. Then there is Winkie, the boy cat who looks a little like me (he’s black and white too). He has decided that I’m pretty okay. He plays with me as long as I don’t get too rough. If I forget my paws are bigger than his head then the sharp claws come out and tattoo my nose. Well guess what? Winkie and I got to lie on Mom & Dad’s bed together. You can probably see the Instagram pictures on my page; it was the closest we’ve been without me getting hurt; it was pawsome!!!!
Later in the week Dad stayed home because he was a bit under the weather. The cuddles were great until he ruined it and decided that if we were home I needed to go to the doctor to get my shots updated and heart worm treats. I guess it was okay but I really didn’t like that they took me into a room without Dad to trim my nails and stick me with ouchie pins. They got me three times in the same day. I told Dad I didn’t like it much, but he said they had to do it to make sure I was healthy enough to do my job and keep all my certifications so we could continue to be together all the time. I guess it’s a fair enough trade. Now I have all my updated tags from the doctor and the town. After we did that, we went and got a brand new 35 pound bag of noms. I tried to talk him into a letting me have a snack for the road but he didn’t buy in.
Dad was starting to look like he needed a nap (like I said he wasn’t feeling well) but it was a weekday afternoon out around town so we made one more stop. We went to a groomer for Dad. This was a new place that we haven’t been to before and we just walked in. (The old place had an owner that was afraid of me and she always hid in the back.)Dad thought since it was mid afternoon on a weekday that they’d be slow; he was wrong but was lucky and got his clip. The best part was Paulie’s professional barbershop has a doggie! His name is Teddy. (I think Dad called him a different name on Facebook, but I’ll cut him a break, he’s silly) Teddy is a pawesome guy. He’s a Staffordshire terrier mix (and a rescue – love that!) He greeted us at the door and took Dad by surprise; he acted like he didn’t even see him coming. I asked later if he was playing too and Dad said that no, he really didn’t see him in the shop. This turned out to be for the best. If we had known about Teddy being there I don’t think we would have gone in because Dad is very protective of me and very concerned about how we’re perceived by other owners. It turns out that it couldn’t have been better. Everyone in the shop was super nice and when nobody was concerned with our play and Dad asked to let me off lead and they let us play right there! Customers were even taking pictures and video; it was fun. The only scare we gave them was when one of my chin pimples popped and bled all over Teddy’s white coat. We thought it was funny, but it also showed how much our humans love us when they stopped everything until the source was found. When they decided it was nothing to worry about, we just got toweled off by our corner men and let back at it for another round. Teddy even shared a snack of his Blue Buffalo and water. Everyone treated us all like we were respected guests in their home. It was pretty amazing for a business. Needless to say, we love this place! The human puppies are even asking me to take them to meet Teddy, and Mom looked at their site to see if she could get a trim there too. As it turns out they don’t do women’s cuts, but she still wants to meet everyone just because of our stories.