Tuesday, May 04, 2010

Rude!

Mom just called me “Sir Shed-a-Lot”. I’m part pug, what does she expect?



Mom is getting every single puppy hair out of the house, it seems, so the house is as close to sterile as possible before she has surgery tomorrow on her foot. Mom was told to be super careful with her foot because they’re operating on bone and if it gets infected, she’d be one unhappy camper. Nobody wants to be around Mom when she’s an unhappy camper. Trust me. I’m going to do my best to not shed for a while.



Yeah, like THAT’s gonna happen. 



Mom is pulling out all of the cushions on all of the couches and chairs and vacuuming EVERYTHING. She’s letting the robot vacuum (she named it “Little Buddy”) run around the house, after she’s vacuumed with the REAL vacuum. I think Mom is a little OCD, but so am I so who am I to judge?



Mom told me she’s found enough hair to create a new puppy, but I’m pretty sure she’s exaggerating. She tends to do that, you know. But if she’s not exaggerating, I hope that the new puppy is fun to play with. He’ll certainly be rockin’ the awesome hair.