Wishing all a happy and safe Memorial day! We are chilling at home all day. We have company coming over this afternoon for a BBQ. As most know….brisket is a must on this holiday weekend in this state. Hope the humans remember to share with us fur babies.😋
Sissy: Hi big bro, so nice to see you are still alive.
Bubsy: Whew! I'm certainly glad to still be here too. My life flashed before my very eyes this past Friday.
Sissy: I heard it all but I didn't see much of it. As you know me, I rarely venture too far off the porch and I commonly hang out right at the backdoor.
Bubsy: So here's what happened. I was on a sniffari in our backyard. Many, many things readily available to sniff. One must take time to sniff everything once, twice, most likely three times. It's what I do best. Anyway, I'm sniffing around on my sniffari when I heard a pop noise. A loud POP noise. I decided to stop sniffing for a second and look around. In the next blink of my little green doggie eyes I heard more POPPING noises. Rapid fire popping noises. As a matter of fact, it sounded like gunfire or fireworks. Without much more thought my four feet took off towards the covered porch at turbo speed. At the same time I was beginning to run for my life, my daddy was calling to me to run fast. Next thing I know, a split second after I arrived on the porch I look back to see the biggest tree in our yard basically split in two. A massive section of the tree came down. I would've been crushed had I not moved as quickly as I did.
Sissy: From where I was, I heard the loud popping noises and was desperate for dad to get from where he was in the yard to the backdoor and let me back inside. I'm too little for any sort of danger.
Bubsy: I'm with ya on that one. I'm too little for danger too. I'm a rough and tumble type of boy but I don't go looking for danger. I'm adventurous but within reason. I think mom is thankful for that. She was also thankful I was not harmed by the tree coming down. She was actually very thankful about that.
Sissy: Mom got the news and pics from dad at her lunch break while she was at work. Once she got home, it was like get out of her way because all she wanted to do was hold and kiss you. I think she kissed you at least a hundred times or more.
Bubsy: Probably more. I was pretty much bathed in mom's kisses. And I'm such a loving guy, I didn't mind one bit.
Sissy: You never mind all the kisses. I don't either. But I will admit, mom is a bit extreme on kissing us.
Bubsy: She is! But it's fine with me. In other news, we are enjoying a relaxing long weekend with our parents. They watched a movie and stayed up late last night. I, of course, got lots of cuddle time with mom during the long movie.
Sissy: I got cuddles as I prayed for a piece of popcorn to drop. No such luck on the popcorn. However, I heard mom and dad talking about watching a movie late tonight too. So let's keep our paws crossed for a kernel of popcorn.
Bubsy: I definitely agree, sissy. Hope everyone else out there that might read this is enjoying their long weekend too. Hugs to all!
Bubsy: Well I see you survived your visit to the vet, sissy.
Sissy: Barely! And I mean...just barely. It was not a fun experience.
Bubsy: Mom, said it was eventful. What happened?
Sissy: When we arrived and they took us to the exam room, mom was told my chart had a note in it that stated I'm a "naughty pup". So most of what needed to be done for the day would take place in a back room. I'm sassy, not naughty. Get it right, people! How have I ever been that naughty to need to be moved to the back room? A few boisterous outbursts when a vet is trying to shoot you and you are labelled as a naughty pup. It's rather unfair if you ask me. But whatever!🙄
Bubsy: So then what happened?
Sissy: The vet came in to greet me and chat with mom about me. I may or may not have been disagreeable with the vet as he chatted and tried to examine me. I wasn't into moving the way he wanted me to move. But then again, how could I really move too much because the nurse was holding onto me. I got frustrated with all this checking on me so first I decided to flip out when the stethoscope came near me. Then the vet tried to check my woo-hoo...no way. No one checks my woo-hoo. I promptly peed. And the nurse was holding me, so I peed on the nurse. Not a lot, just a tiny bit.
Bubsy: 😱 OH MY DOGNESS! SISSY, WHAT ARE WE GOING TO DO WITH YOU?
Sissy: I feel no shame. Let that be a lesson to the vet and the nurse,l. Don’t look at my woo-hoo. Don't go near my precious feet either. I wouldn't let either the vet or the nurse touch my precious feet the whole time either.
Bubsy: I can't believe you, sissy. You are something else.🙈😬
Sissy: I am a national treasure, big bro. A pure treasure.
Bubsy: So it appears you didn't improve your reputation at the vet.
Sissy: Nope, probably not. Don't care! I'd just prefer they consider me to be sassy and not naughty.🤪
Bubsy: Not sure that will happen. I think peeing on the nurse will firmly keep the "naughty pup" comment on your vet chart.
Sissy: Fine by me. Stop messing with me and I won't pee on you.
Bubsy: Mom said you are now the most embarrassing pet to take to the vet.
Sissy: That's fine with me too. I'll embrace it. I'm sure our big bro Simon is thankful that I have taken over that spot as "mom's most embarrassing little pup to take to the vet".
Bubsy: Well sissy, we should get going. The Stars game is coming on. We need a win. We need to get one step closer to that Stanley Cup. I want to use it as a giant dog bowl. LOL! Just kidding! 🏒🏆
Bubs: Hello there, sissy-Cupcake. What happened to you? You look somewhat trimmed up around your face and beard.
Cupcake: Oh geez, every single day mom is coming at me with scissors. It's exhausting avoiding her.
Bubs: It is not every day.
Cupcake: Yes, it is. It absolutely is. Thursday, then Friday, and then bright and early this morning here comes mom with scissors in her hand...AGAIN.
Bubs: I think the key is to hold still and let her do what she needs to do to make you look halfway decent.
Cupcake: No, the key is for mom to learn to leave my face, beard, and my precious little grinch feet alone.
Bubs: Oh those grinch feet of yours are a mess, sissy. Mom can't leave them alone.
Cupcake: No kidding! She's always trimming them. Anyway, how are you doing, you nearly didn't survive bath time on Thursday night.
Bubs: OH MY DOGNESS! You are right! I thought I was going to lose my mind and my fur.
Cupcake: I felt sorry for you but I laughed at you as well.
Bubs: Let me tell the people out there what happened. Our mom thought she'd try a new shampoo and conditioner for us. It's something fancy that is used on show dogs. Mom continues to search for the best products to deal with sissy's long hair. My hair is kept short so almost anything does a decent job for me. But sissy's hair requires top products and a healthy amount of conditioner. Mom doesn't want to buy different products for both of us. So she just uses the same products on both of us. So there I was getting my bath with this new shampoo and then the conditioner. After the bath I started itching like crazy. I couldn't stop itching. I was rubbing myself on the carpet and even back and forth on the walls. I was desperate to scratch every inch of my body. It was awful.
Cupcake: Watching you rub up and down the walls in the hallway was the most entertaining part. When it got to that point though mom started to freak out and then she was desperate to relieve you of your itching.
Bubs: Yes, so long story short...after 2 more baths late Thursday night a very exhausted and worn out little me went to bed without the itchies. I just can't handle conditioner. We have had other experiences like that when mom has used conditioner on me. But nothing as bad as that experience. I guess mom thought since it was a new brand of shampoo and conditioner she would see if my fur could handle it.
Cupcake: I think we all learned you need to go without conditioner always.
Bubs: Yes, please! No more experimenting with conditioners on me. I did get extra treats for my suffering that night. So that was a good thing. Not all bad. Come on, sissy, let's go continue our Saturday. Tomorrow is Dog Mom day. We need to go shopping for mom. Grab your piggy bank and let's head out.
Bubs: Sissy, it was quite the Mother's day yesterday wasn't it?
Cupcake: Is that what that was?...Mother's day. But wait, isn't Mother's day next weekend?
Bubs: Yes, Mother's day is next weekend, the real one. But we had an early Mother's day this year.
Cupcake: Oh geez, I can't keep up with all this.
Bubs: Yeah, I was nearly confused too. Grandma and grandpa are going out of town for 10 days and won't be in town for the real Mother's day so we had to celebrate yesterday. But next weekend mom is planning an adventure that includes us her fur babies.
Cupcake: Something fun to look forward to. Mom plans some good adventures for us.
Bubs: You actually already had quite the adventure yesterday. You finished your mini refresher training classes. Good for you, sissy!
Cupcake: I did it. And this week on my final week there I did not embarrass mom.
Bubs: How did you embarrass mom last week at training? I can't remember.
Cupcake: I barked a few times at a guy that sneezed. I mean, seriously dude, keep your nasty germs to yourself and do not sneeze in my presence. I'm tiny so it might not take many germs to do harm to me. I can't take any chances. Anyway, apparently the incident was kind of embarrassing for mom. I, however, was not embarrassed at all.
Bubs: Sissy, you are a trip! So did you enjoy our time celebrating with everyone at grandma and grandpa's house yesterday?
Cupcake: I would've enjoyed it more if I had been served a burger like all the humans were piggie out on. It was a long day. I fell asleep in mom's arms about twenty minutes after we got home last night. But I had a lot to do in the day. I got up early and went on the long walk with you and mom. Then mom and I went to my final class at school. Then mom and I had to drive about an hour to get to grandma and grandpa's house. You had already went to grandma and grandpa's house with daddy. Mom and I arrived late and ate cold food. Oh wait, I didn't get any food. Mom ate cold food. LOL! Then I had to explore every inch of grandma and grandpa's house and backyard to make sure nothing had changed since the last time.
Bubs: Yep, I explored a lot too. And then I almost decided to jump off the retaining wall and nearly gave mom a panic attack as she sprung up off her feet in the blink of an eye and nearly threw people out of her path to get to me before I jumped off the wall. I'm 100% a boy! A daredevil at times. Mom realizes she has to watch me close.
Cupcake: One big difference in us. I would have never thought for a second about jumping off that retaining wall. It's way too high and my feet are way too precious to hit the ground too hard. No way!
Bubs: No one will ever accuse you of being a daredevil. You are scared of your shadow and the shade of a tree. LOL! Time to wrap this up friends, hugs and paws to all!
