Apparently I have been a bad girl over the last 24 hours. Yesterday, my *sigh* brother and I took a trip to the Pet Cabaret to buy some food (for us). While at the checkout my mom got into a conversation with one of the proprieters, Lisa, about her beloved dog Mary (the store's guard poodle). Well while my mom was talking and talking and talking I thought that I would help myself to a treat. After all if I had to listen to such banter I felt that I deserved some sustenance - so I chewed the cellophane wrap off of a nearby package of Kangaroo tail chews. Honestly, I tried to explain that I was starting to feel faint. I really NEEDED that treat. I think that my mom is the bad one in this scenario for denying me during my hypoglycemic crisis!
Then, this morning on our morning walk instead of stopping to check on the tulips like my *sigh* brother Riley (see below) I found something wonderful to roll in! I rolled and rolled and rolled (see picture at top of blog). I don't see what the problem is...I was just trying to make myself smell as pretty as I look. Honestly, being bad is a matter of perspective. If you ask me I think that it is my MOM that is bad for denying me my sweet pleasure!
Yay! The tulips are just about to say hello to the world!
(yes that is my tail to the right of the picture. Don't tell mom but I was off to find something else to roll in)